I've been hearing that a lot lately "Everything happens for a reason." It's kind of the less-cheesy way to say "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade!" because it's not something you say to someone who just won the $145 Million Powerball. It's something you say to someone who's just been dumped, or had a family member die, or didn't get a promotion.
Which is another way for
me to say that I didn't get the promotion. I lost out to someone who already lives in Minneapolis and who is already in a position higher than me. Actually, for the guy that got hired, it's a lateral move. When Bill was telling me that I didn't get it and why, Bill made me think that he had pretty much already picked this guy even before I had my interview (I, of course being out of state, was last to be interviewed). So, it's not so much that I was beat, it was that I was beat out before I'd even heard about the race.
So, I'm not bitter or upset. Heck, it now just means that I don't have to move out of state. But the downside is that, to prepare for the move, I've been mentally gearing up for having to move-- where will I live, what kinds of clubs would I like to hang out at, where are the good coffee shops... I had so immersed myself in that role, so to speak, that I now have to re-gear for Milwaukee. I no longer have to tack on five hours of drive time to get anywhere south of me.
an odd dilemma...
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