10-26-09 Monday (What Floor?)

We got a fairly early start on apartment hunting.  We looked at a condo community called Cobblestone on the Lake.  Basically the developer is stuck with a lot of condos and has had to resort to renting them.  What we liked was that this is a condo community with the typical amenities but had an interesting layout.  A semi-private elevator leading directly into the condo.  It requires a special electronic key to get to our condo, and won’t permit access to someone else’s.  It’s on the second floor and parking is under the units.  The units have several upgrades not found in typical apartments.  The balcony is huge.  The floor plans only show the 3rd and 4th floor balconies which are average.  The 2nd floor’s balcony is twice as deep.  Real nice.  The floor plans show a home office space but it’s empty.  No desk or such.  Someone suggested its use to be a dining room so that the living room could be larger. Click here for the floorplan.

Above: Living room to balcony.

   Above: Elevator/Foyer.

We went to this place twice today.  We took an application and looked at the unit a second time.  We decided if all goes well, this is the place we’d like to be.

Things didn’t go so well.  I received a call from the “interviewer” I’ve met with 2 times in a row.   The person, someone he worked with for many years, has decided to take the position.  I’m bummed.  Their loss.  I know I would have been an asset.  I’m confident.

I sulked for a few hours and now I’m re-energized.  I had another offer waiting in the wings.  They were growing tired of my delays.  I was growing tired of my own delays.   I’ve been honest with them all along.  I told them I had negotiations in the works.  I called them 5 frickin’ minutes before I got turned down and told them that I was positive the position was mine and that I didn’t want to string them along; I wouldn’t be taking it.  Now I’ve had to call back, explain the truth and ask for the position if they’ll reconsider me.  Time to wait… again. I’m thinking positively.  I’m getting excited.  It’s a different excitement.   I’m already planning, changing, and working in my mind.  How will I handle this or that?  What are my challenges?  How will I obtain my goals?

Now even an hour later after my previous sentence I’m grateful in a way.  Would my “boss” have finalized the offer with me.  We then would have run down to the condo and signed on the dotted line.  What if bossman had received his friend’s employment request a day, 2 days, or a week later?  Would I have been out of a job that I didn’t even get to start?  I’ll just keep telling myself that; surely that will make me feel even betterer (pretend it’s a word).