Friday was an unbelievable day. This has been an unbelievable week, come to think of it.
Wednesday I went on an interview to work for an online dating website company. They had me write Perl with a pencil, but I think I did well. The HR manager who I spoke with first mentioned a number about ten thousand dollars per year more than I earn now. I’ve been quite unhappy with my present position, so that sounds wonderful to me.
On the way back from Palo Alto, I took 280 instead of 101 and watched the sun go low over the mountains. 280 was smooth and clear of traffic and I spent most of the trip back at close to 100mph. A much better commute than my trip down 101 was.
I came back from my interview with the online dating site and appropriately enough had dinner and saw a movie with a woman I met through Craig’s List.
Thursday I had a phone interview for a position with a large, high-profile (read “household name”) Website company. I thought it went well. So well, in fact, that I was immediately asked to come in Monday for an in-person interview.
Later in the day I received an offer by phone from the dating site. Instead of ten thousand dollars per year more than I make currently, I was offered a base salary of twenty thousand more than my current salary, plus quarterly bonuses that, if following historical example, would yield another fourteen thousand per year.
I slept on it and decided to take the offer, cancel the Monday interview, and put my notice in with my current employer.
A little more background: the high-profile site is looking for an hourly person on a three-month contract, after which there are no guarantees. Hell, California is an at-will state, so there are no guarantees period. There would be the possibility of renewing my contract or converting to full-time, but only that: a possibility.
The money would be about twelve thousand a year more than I make now, but in contrast with the dating site, no provided benefits like 401k and health insurance.
The dating site would be more weighted toward back-end work where I have more solid experience. The high-profile site would stress some very fun, cool client-side technology and put me in the middle of the Web’s renaissance.
After turning down the high-profile site’s interview, I received a call from the recruiter’s boss. There was a misunderstanding, she said. Instead of twelve thousand per year more (extrapolated from the hourly rate), the position would pay forty-thousand more. On money alone this is more than the dating site, but remember, this is three months only, and no benefits.
So I’ll go on the interview, but I’m supposed to return the signed offer letter for the dating site no later than Monday. Makes things interesting.
I finished up a documentation project at work Friday, one that has been pretty grueling. It’s nice to get it off of my plate.
Friday evening after I left my meeting, I noticed a red motorcycle parked next to mine. I couldn’t recognize the type of bike, so I crossed the street for a better look. It turned out to be a BMW K‑series. Between the vertical engine block and the almost dirtbike style of the fairings, it didn’t look like I expect a BMW to. Also I don’t see too many BMWs in red.
As it turns out, the owner was with the bike, drinking a cup of coffee with her helmet perched on top of her head. I asked her about her bike and she talked about it, we compared notes about our bikes and their quirks. I expected the quick interchange to be the end of it, but we kept talking. And kept talking. We went on for I think 20 minutes. I had her climb on my Moto Guzzi to feel the bike kick to the right when she blipped the throttle and we talked about exploring California. She asked for my number and I found a scrap of paper and wrote it out.
Did I get hers? No. Do I need anyone to tell me what a complete moron I am? No. Anyhow, she had somewhere to go and I had somewhere to go, so we went our separate ways.
My separate way was to head to the Candy From Strangers show at Jelly’s. They rocked my socks off and were followed by a band called Ringchildren, who did absolutely killer psychedelic metal. I thought they were so fantastic, I pestered the singer after the show to let me have a CD. When we went out to his car to get the CD, he wouldn’t let me pay for it. He said, “hey, if you listen to it, that’s payment enough.” So I haggled with him and he let me buy him a beer.
Then I went home and went to sleep, and that’s just that. Friday, what a day. Don’t have many like that one.