So I had already given up on it, and then last night I got this on my inbox…
Congratulations. Attached is a conditional offer of employment for the Consular Biometrics Facilitator (part time) position.
So I got it. And after a loooong talk with Karl with him reminding me how miserable I was at my last job and do I really want to risk being that miserable again, and me reminding him that it’s not the same job or even work schedule, so nothing says I would be just as miserable, and maybe the extra money is good? Even if we don’t need it, savings have never hurt? And if do end up miserable, I’m no longer attached to a work-visa, so I can just quit if it doesn’t work out?
The salary, even when based on a full-time schedule, is a lot less than what I used to get before, but again, this is a job not a place where I would have any career prospects, so it’s understandable that it wouldn’t be anything great. And it’s a job created for spouses, so they also know there’s no rent to pay, or health benefits to worry about. In our case, it’s basically extra
spending savings money.
But I still hesitated… I am finally settled in a routine, I love going to Muay Thai 3 times a week, I love hanging at the pool afterwards on sunny days as my reward, I love sleeping in until 9am, I love that I’m finally getting back into shape and that I’m starting to lose some of the weight I packed on this last year, and I love that when I have guests I’m all free to go frolicking around town (or SE Asia) during their visits.
But the extra cash, even if it’s not much, does add up, doesn’t it? And I would still make it to some Muay Thai classes, even if I will end up missing most of them.
On facebook it was an unanimous decision: GO FOR IT! (Apparently everyone likes extra cash.)
So tomorrow, I’m signing that acceptance letter and sending it back to the embassy. Guess I better start taking those high heels out of retirement. Flip-flops: it has been fun! I’ll still see you on nights and weekends!
(Of course, this being an embassy job it can take weeks, maybe months, until I get my security clearance. So I still have a few more weeks – months? – to enjoy this life of a bum that I so easily adapted to.)