I participate on one of the world’s largest social networks related to business, work, and employment — but I don’t want to say its name here. Let’s just say that it starts with the letter “L” and ends with “In.” Figure out what it is?
I’ve been on that site, professionally, since 2005. It provides interesting information, particularly in its discussion forums where professionals in my field share questions, insights, and ideas.
A few weeks ago, I commented in one of those discussion forums on an issue about which I have a lot of experience. I shared ideas, suggestions, and provided some insight into how people respond and think about threats caused by natural hazards.
Soon after that, someone contacted me with a request to talk by phone about that issue. He asked some good questions, and I agreed that a phone discussion would be a worthwhile follow-up, and could provide a better means of probing the matter than going back-and-forth via email.
Turns out that the gentleman who contacted me was a recruiter for a major company. They wanted to interview me for a position.
That request was a bolster to the ol’ professional ego. It’s always nice when someone seeks you out about a job offer.
I thought, “what the heck?”, sent my resume, and had an interview with four people by phone. These folks were based in cities around the world. Goes to show both how big the company is, as well as the depth of interest in my field world-wide.
The interview went well. I received a request for a second interview. It was then that I asked more about the working conditions of the new position. Part of what was discussed was that they wanted me to work for at least two years in Turkey.
Wow… stopped me in my tracks. Turkey? Why there?
The work that needs to be done involves various groups and agencies that are based there, and the work would be carried out there.
It is nice to have such offers, and I was pleased and impressed that they thought enough about me and my skills to consider me for this position. However, I had to stop the conversation at that point.
I will not leave my partner for a two-year (plus) gig away from home. Nice thought, but no. The company was not willing to negotiate more limited travel and working from home — such as two weeks there every few months, but executing the technical components of the job from my computer in my home office. The company needed an on-site person to do this work. Sorry, it will not be me.
My partner needs me now more than ever as he fights with the disease he is dealing with. I am pretty much a “home body” anyway, having done my tours of duty in foreign countries in earlier days. I enjoyed the work and felt immense pride in doing what I was doing. But those days are behind me now. Heck, travel these days for me is limited to taking my senior pals to the grocery store, and my partner to doctors. And if the stars align, I may also get out on my Harley for a ride through the countryside. But travel and living overseas is not something I will do.
Note that I said, “I will (not) do” … not “I cannot do.” Sure, I “can”, as it is technically possible, but leaving home, my partner, and my life where I am well-established is not something I will consider.
The ego-boost being over, I now return to my more mundane life. Not bad, really, when you’re happy right where you are.
Life is short: know your limits.