I gave my salary requirements to the woman who had contacted me about my interest in an editorial position for a company in Malvern.  She e-mailed me back today and I now have an interview set up for Thursday morning next week.

As much as I'm trying to not let it affect me, the cloud of guilt over my head has grown steadily larger over the past few weeks.  My leaving will definitely affect the PHC, especially when the new Comm. Associate isn't able to start working until August (we had hoped to have her here at the beginning of July).  Not to mention how this will affect my relationship with my former boss at the Library Association, who helped me get this position.

But getting a job in Malvern will solve so many issues for me: income, travel, emotional well-being... the list goes on.  I hate the fact that I dread, really and truly dread, going into work Monday through Friday;  the hour-plus commute, the stress, the pressure, the bitchiness of some co-workers.  I hate the fact that I was forced to contemplate getting a weekend job because my full-time job's salary wasn't large enough to cover basic living expenses (I have since received a post-probation raise, although I'm not certain when it'll kick in).  But most of all I hate how this job has affected ME.  I haven't felt like myself for months... I get depressed and angry and moody and just... tired.  Tired physically and emotionally, like I don't have the energy to devote to the things and people I love.

*sigh*  All right, enough of the pity party.  I'm just hoping everything will work out.  I do know that if this position is offered to me, I'm NOT going to accept it right away.  I'm going to take a day or two to THINK about things, to make sure that it's not going to be another "Oh my God, what did I get myself into?" job.  Lesson learned there.

I am:  scared but trying to be optimistic