I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly
I’ll do what it takes ’til I touch the sky
And I’ll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
We are all on pins and needles over here. Big change is in the air both at home and in Taz’s world. First, let’s address Taz because that is relatively short and sweet. Match Day is on Friday. What the heck is Match Day? It’s the medical student equivalent to the NFL draft. Nationally all the medical students will learn, on the same day, where they are going for their residencies. As if medical school isn’t stressful enough, these students learn their fate all at once in public.
The good news is that Taz got an email on Monday saying that she had matched. I said, that’s like saying you won the lottery, but we won’t tell you how much for a few days. She said that this early alert enables the students who haven’t matched to go on a crazy four-day scramble to try to find a residency program. I cannot imagine the chaos and stress of that situation, so I said “thank you very, very much” to the Match gods.
Our agenda for Friday is to get up and have a champagne breakfast with some of her friends and their families, then we head to the med school for the big reveal. Each student gets an envelope which they open and read to their colleagues and families at that moment. Good grief. My eye is twitching just thinking about this. Then to soothe the stress, there is another champagne reception hosted by the med school followed by a boozy late lunch. I think the alcohol is more medicinal than celebratory.
This means that I will be spending the weekend with Taz and her hubby. The Ex will be there briefly, but I’ll have them for myself for the most part. So that is the Taz drama du jour. Now let’s discuss the Hunter’s drama….
We thought the Hunter had gotten an amazing job this Fall. The benefits were great, the pay was higher and his commute dropped from 45 miles to 5 miles. He was beginning a new division for an impossibly large byzantine organization and was their “expert”. We were excited that he was on the ground level and felt that he would have great potential with this company. Alas, we did not factor in a whack-job, control freak, asshole of a boss. His boss, Attila, revealed his true nature after about 45 days, when he realized that the Hunter knew far more than Attila. You put two alpha males of the same ancestry butting heads and sparks will fly. They have and it has increased the Hunter’s anxiety and blood pressure to unsafe levels. I now understand why the Hunter smokes pot – it’s to control his anxiety.
Fortunately, the Hunter has a great network in his field and keeps in touch with his former colleagues and clients. He does this to exchange ideas and information, but it also brought him an amazing job opportunity. One of his clients is moving back home and giving up a great job, so he called the Hunter and asked if he wanted the job. In the span of one week, the Hunter submitted his resume, got called, interviewed and won the job with a 20% pay raise from his current job. Crazy, right? We were so happy…until we realized he needs to pass a drug screening.
My computer right now is full of the funniest google searches about how to pass a drug screening. We also visited our local head shop to consult the experts in person. Suffice it to say we opted with the safest method – a swap using synthetic urine. Talk about nerve-wracking. We spent the weekend trying a cleanse (waste of money) and then working through the logistics of our solution. I won’t go into too much detail, but the physical went through without a single raised eyebrow and we’ll find out for sure by the end of the week –right when I’ll be drinking champagne to celebrate Taz’s victory.
The Hunter is giving no notice to Attila and will begin the new job, and a 60-mile commute, on Monday. But a 60-mile commute isn’t a long-term solution, so it looks like we will be moving somewhere midway. That’s a lot of change for me – I’ve lived in my lovely area for 30 years. I am very excited about it, but I have been thinking about how I will handle my work, my clients and the logistics of a move while dead broke. It’s never a dull moment around here! I’ll write more about why I’m fine with moving and my thoughts about all of this change, but for now, Cheers!