Frankly Speaking

The older I get, the more the lifestyle of a hermit appeals to me. This morning I officially turned down the job offer I received last week. I wrote a very nice email to the recruiter, thanking her for all her work, and thanking the company for their time, expressing my regret at having to decline, and wishing them well in the future. In return they sent me an email that says, essentially, that I'm a jerk for having declined the job and that she refuses to work with me any more in the future because she "doesn't feel confidant" in setting up any more interviews for me. My response as I read it was something along the line of, "Kiss my ass, bitch."

I couldn't accept the job because they wouldn't get off enough money to make it worthwhile for me to move 14 hours. The reason they couldn't do that is because they were already over budget for the position because of the commission from the headhunter. In the end, I'm not sorry she lost out on that at all.

The good news is that I already have three other positions in the works, all of which have the potential to pay more than the one I declined, and all in areas with a lower cost of living.

So really, she can kiss my hairy, white butt.

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