Thursday, September 11, 2008

I will not be coming to live in London after all.

As many of you may know, I was recently down in our nation's capital for a job interview with a fairly prominent media organisation. Of course, being the Bond-like individual I am, I aced the interview, but I had a few misgivings about it being a fixed term contract. I was also thinking that I couldn't afford the exorbitant rates in London town. We need to be saving money for the wedding - and eventually for a house at the moment - and I have a feeling we wouldn't be able to do that there. So when they called me up on Monday to tell me I'd got the job I said I was sorry but it just wasn't enough security for me at this point. The next day they rang me up and offered me a permanent position, which I said I had to think about. After a lot of humming and hawing I was eventually decided that although it was a tremendous opportunity, and that I may well have a huge difficulty in finding a job in media in Edinburgh, it's just too risky at the moment financially. I have a feeling it would have screwed us indefinitely. So I once again turned the very generous offer down.

It's rubbish really, because I have been looking for a job like this for ages and when one finally comes around I'm not in a position to take it. It was an incredibly difficult decision to make. I sort of wished I had a magic telescope with which I could look into my possible futures. I think if I had taken the job I would have ended up a jaded, power mad media executive, like Bill Murray in Scrooged.

Oh well, what's done is done. No point in regretting it now. I have no doubt we could have made it but it would have meant a long time of financial hardship, and probably me having to turn some tricks on the old main drag. And I don't want to do that again.

I'm still waiting to hear about a reporting job in Fife, and that might still pan out for me. And if it doesn't, I will break in somehow. And if it doesn't, I will rob a bank. I will become the new John Dillinger.

3 comments:

C7 said...

"Brown's dead?"

"Dead as Dillinger."


Jesus, man. Was the issue just that with the higher cost of living, your disposable income would have been less than what you were making in Scotland? What exactly are you holding out for? Just something a bit closer to home?

By the way, your Bond-like interview skills will pay off triple when you move to the new world. And here, you can actually get a permit to carry a Walther PPK around in your jacket.

C7 said...

Nottingham, I mean.

Blackwood said...

We just need to save some dough, and in London that wouldn't have happened. Living in Kirkcaldy would give us the ability to cost on relatively low rents for a while and get back into the black. I actually got the second job I was interviewed for, so it looks like that is what is going to happen.