My former job is on the block again. Well, not MY job literally, but that’s what I did for a very long time for ‘a major financial institution.’
I miss it. I miss it so bad.
Of course, this isn’t really MY job. MINE was in small business cash management at a Major Financial Institution. This is for Online Banking for Major Financial Institution…hmm…I’m going to guess it will be Wells Fargo, Bank of America, or Citibank. Just a guess. An idle, ‘gee I wish I could call and find out, only except I can’t because I have no intention of taking job or interview and really, why would I want to torture myself by finding out it IS for the one I’d like to work for and maybe even working for one of my old buddies at said Major Financial Institution’ guess.
First of all, by the time I could scramble together childcare for my kids, the position would be filled. And secondly…that’s a two hour each way minimum commute for me. So we’re looking at a twelve hour minimum day. Plus the fact that an eight hour day almost never happens in this gig – more like a ten to twelve hour, so hey! There I am! Back up to a sixteen hour day!
Why can’t this gig be here in town?!
Oh well. Suck it up and walk it off, girl, suck it up and walk it off. Some other jackass, who isn’t nearly as good as I am or as in love with the whole industry as I am or even a quarter as desperate as I am to get out of the damned house, not to mention as greedily hungry for the paycheck, will take the job. S/he will probably hack around at it for two or three months until they crap out, either from exhaustion or because they can’t handle the work itself.
And then, I will see it in the listings again. And I will close my eyes and I will say, fervently, “…but it is so wonderful that I am able to stay at home with my kids and watch them (and the back lawn) grow…”