Not long after the young woman posted an announcement on her MySpace site, telling her followers she had a new job offer (one that would cause her to move again), her email box was inundated with messages telling her to go for it. She read every message, chewed on her nails as she mulled their advice, and tried to decide what was best: stay put and grow roots, or go where she would be a stranger once more.
She swam in anxiety over it.
She still does.
On the plus side, the new job is a move up the ladder of success, and a move that makes her mother happy. She hasn’t done a lot in her life to make her mother happy, so it squeezes her soul to think she’ll hurt her again should she decide against accepting the job. A definite minus.
If she takes it, there is the fact that she will be one of the youngest employees working this sort of job. A positive? Negative? She’s not sure, but OMG! What will her new colleagues think of working with someone only 26 years old? These people are in the middle thirties to middle sixties age group.
She must decide in 3 days.
It all seems to be happening too fast.
When she started working at the NYC bank at New Rochelle in 2002, she figured she would still be there. But then she was promoted to Erie PA for 18 months, and then to Chicago for barely 4 weeks. She still has packed suitcases (of mostly shoes and photo albums) crying to be emptied.
Her dad was a Navy man. Her mom hated moving and complained when he got new orders. She can hear her mother complaining now while she considers packing off into the unknown. Dad loved it. So did her brother. If they were alive, she’s sure they’d have great advice to help her through this anxiety.
When are scientists in her world going to invent the transporter like on Star Trek? It would make moving less stressful and a whole lot quicker.