While on my girls’ trip right after graduation, I got a phone call from my program director just wanting to touch base about various positions available. (I’m going into a rotational program, so I will be in one position for a year, and then I’ll rotate to another one, and finally…hopefully…I’ll go international for six-months or so, and then land in a normal role.) Anyway, he asked me about my geographic preferences, and of course, being that I am all about the job right now, I told him I would go wherever. He then told me about a role in Vegas and one in Dallas.
Since I was already in Vegas, he asked me if I would be willing to go meet with the team there. Of course, I was. It was a great team, and a great role. I wasn’t sure it was the role I wanted, but…it was good. Then I got the information about the role in Dallas. For some reason, I was just really excited about the prospect of Dallas. I mean, it’s no New York, for sure, but I could get so many things paid off with my salary living in Dallas. So, I talked to the Dallas people. Perfect role for me. Great manager. Very excited about the whole thing. I was all for it.
So, I email my school friends and tell my family about this change in plans. Finally, I emailed my work people (the ones with whom I interned last summer) to let them know I wouldn’t be coming to New York. Not five minutes after that email, I get a response from my program director that we need to talk.
Long story short, I’m going to New York in my DREAM role. It’s with my favorite business group and with a great manager who is well know for his investment in training new associates. I could not be more excited.
Now, if I just didn’t have to find housing…life would be perfect!!! But perhaps, I found something today. Perhaps.