Did I ever tell you about the time I almost moved to Las Vegas? No? Well, here goes...
A few months ago, the DH applied to a job in Vegas on a whim. I didn't think much of it; he may as well have applied for a job on the moon. Plus, he never hesitates to complain about the heat here; he'd literally burst into flames in the desert.
Fast forward a few months, to this past June. He got a call out of the blue from the Vegas people and they set up a phone interview. Interview day came and went; he didn't think he did that well. Though he had the degree, he didn't really have the experience. Oh well, chalk it up to the one that got away.
A couple of weeks later, they called him back. Would he like to fly up to Vegas at their expense for interview no. 2? Oh snap, we might be moving to Las Vegas!
Who in their right mind lives in Las Vegas? Do I want to live in Las Vegas? What are we gonna do about the house? What the heck am I going to do in the desert?
At first, I was kind of resistant. I've been to Vegas (the DH hadn't). It's fun in a yeah-but-I-wouldn't-wanna-live-there kind of way.
The idea was starting to grow on me, though. It seems like it would take a certain type of person to survive and thrive there, and I wanted to see if I have what it takes. Kind of like the allure of living in New York City, I suppose.
Anyway, just as I was really starting to think of the logistics of moving to Nevada, the DH got the call. He didn't get the job. Close, but no cigar.
Now, I'm dropped back in my (somewhat) miserable and (quite) boring life with a thud. What am I going to do about grad school (at this rate, I'll be finished shortly before doomsday)? What am I going to do about my crappy, low-paying and dead-end (yep, I've hit the trifecta) job and virtually vegetative career? Not to mention my non-existent social life.
Nope, no exotic opportunities to travel to far off destinations are going to fall in my lap, it seems. If I want some changes in my life, I'm going to have to make them myself.
Yeah, exactly. It sucks. Well, there's always the lottery...