So, this week a company flew me out to Boston for an interview. They paid for my flights, a rental car, and the nicest hotel I've ever stayed at. It was pretty amazing. The interviews went well; they seemed like a pretty cool team to work with. Then, you know, as I was flying back tonight, I sent them a letter of sincere gratitude and got the usual email in response:
"While you have an impressive background, we have decided to pursue a few other candidates that more closely align with our current needs. Thank you again for your interest, yadda yadda yadda."
You know what though? One of their top competitors offered me a job while I was on this very trip. It looks almost perfect: good salary, great benefits, and they're a big, well known company that does a lot of cool stuff. The only problem? The position is... in Florida.
Damn it. If I didn't have a girlfriend in New England I would be over the moon right now. OOoooooh life. Why you do this.




