Initially, I was going to write an entry about how I've decided to stick with my company. I was going to explain that my sudden change of heart does not stem from laziness, rather, it stems from the fact that my company is finally getting my coworker and I some much needed training. We are on the verge of converting our catalog data into a Content Management System and in order to do so, extensive mark up of our existing book needs to be done. Up until a few weeks ago, my bosses and his bosses were just telling us to "do it." No explanation. Only about five hours of overview from a sister company a month and a half ago. And it needed to be done fast.

My coworker Eric and I were extremely frustrated. We were in charge of converting this data into a $100,000 system and had little to no training. We were unsure of what we were doing and whenever we rose arguments or concerns, we were told to just do it anyway. I can't even explain how deflated and agitated this made us both. No one was listening and we were ready to walk.

I honestly don't know what precipitated the change. But one sunny day my boss came to me and told me that training was okayed. Eric and I could learn about Pindar (the system) right from the source and go to Chicago for training.

Whew! Finally.

Of course, I then found out this training that we so readily begged for is going to cost over $20,000.

That is so amazing to me. And you wonder why corporate America is flawed.

But whatever the cost, I think it makes sense to have us both properly trained for such an expensive undertaking. I mean, the licensing for the software alone is $90,000. Can you image if Eric and I screwed up our job in the data conversion?

So, the training was okayed and even though there were some really good job prospects in the paper this week, I figured since the training has begun, I really should stick it through. I mean, they've gone ahead and are forking out 20 grand to teach me how to work the system. That would really screw them if I up and left. I just can't do that.

I'm sleeping soundly with my decision. I'm no longer so frustrated with my company over this project that I'm on the verge of quitting. It also seems my boss has made a hire to help us out in the department. So things are turning around and I really think it's my responsibility to at least finish what I've begun. Not to mention, the experience I will gain from making such a transition for a catalog will really be worth something.

So. That's it. My decision thus far. What I was going to write about.

Until James called me at work earlier this morning.

"I have an interview in Minneapolis."

"What?" I say.

"Minneapolis. What do you think? It seems someone gave a PR agency my name and they're interested. I'd be a Media Relations Coordinator."

"Really?"

"Yah. I figured it wouldn't hurt to at least go up and see what they have to say."

"Sure."

Minneapolis. James has wanted to move there for years. It's actually ironic that, for the past six months, he hasn't mentioned it. Our move to Madison has upgraded our lives to the point that we haven't been yearning for a larger city.

Until now.

Minneapolis is a great city. Public Relations pays a hell of a lot more than James is making at the news website. And it's not like he'd hate the job. He's not that crazy about the one he has now.

The timing is just a little peculiar. Finally, we are at a point in our lives where we're happy with our apartment, we love our city and we're making some good friends. James has started racing with a bike team and we've had the busiest social schedules our lives had ever seen.

On the other hand, chances like this don't come along every day.

So, James is going to go up and see what they have to say. We're both just agreeing that chances are nothing will happen with this.

But the thought is there.

Planted.

My mind is drifting to thoughts of a job search. I went onto Communication Arts' Career Section just to get a hint of what the job market was like in the Twin Cities. The first thing I saw was an opening for a Web Designer for Target. Wouldn't that rock?

My boy. He just can't stay settled.