I was greeted with frost covering my windows when I went out to my car this morning. I really hate the cold weather. It made me consider a job inquiry I got this morning for just a second longer. Last spring a man emailed me from the Searcy Citizen in Searcy, Arkansas. Searcy, incidentally, is a small college town 30 minutes north of Little Rock. It seems that at the beginning of the year, the publisher cleaned house. He fired all his staff, hired a new executive editor and gave him the task of rebuilding the paper from the ground up. That’s when he contacted me. It seems he needed a news editor and saw my resume. Now it’s not often that jobs like this seek you out, but last May, he did.

Now you have to understand where I was in May. I was happily in a relationship with EB, I was in a job that I thought would sustain us when she moved home and finally, I was on the cusp of filling in for a woman here at work while she was on maternity leave. All those factors made the decision to say thanks, but no thanks, very easy. This was a dream job for me, and I passed it up.

So now it’s October. I don’t need to stay in Michigan for any good reason, I could take or leave this job, and EB is gone. Once again, Steve, from the Searcy Citizen emailed me. This time, however, it’s for a reporter slot. I’m sure the pay cut will be substantial, and if all I’m doing is reporting, well, it’s a step or two backwards career-wise. I considered it for about half a second, and once again declined. I’m eager to get back into real journalism, but not that eager. Besides, I never liked reporting all that much.

On another note, last night was a pretty fun night. I was able to hang out with two friends, seperately. The EB talk was kept to a minimum, which is always nice. Bronson reminded me how, “well” things have gone since we broke up. It’s a vague statement, I know, but let me just say that some girls really know how to say the right thing at the right time.

After “macho-time” with Bronson et al, drinking and watching football, hanging out with Danielle was refreshing. We talked about a friend of ours from high school who is dealing with a crazy ex-boyfriend and how that is affecting her current boyfriend (who also sounds a tad crazy.) Anyway, it just kind of made me realize that I’m not so different than most other guys when it comes to how you feel after a tough break-up. What seperates us, however, is the way we respond. Writing a stupid blog about it, I think, is about the healthiest thing I could have done. Staking out your ex-girlfriend’s house (a year after the break-up, no less), making all of the things she gave you into a scrap book and leaving it on her porch, calling at all hours of the night, etc. Well, I feel for the guy, but he needs to get a hobby.