Add another 2.5 hours to my driving log! Gainesville is a really pretty town about an hour north of Atlanta that sits just at the foothills of the mountains and on Lake Lanier. Even though it was super gross outside, I thought the town was beautiful. Mostly because I’m a sucker for old buildings and there were a TON just down the street from The Times. It had a small-ish town feeling, but was obviously bigger. In that aspect, it reminded me of Bowling Green. Other than that, it had a cute little Pulaski feel mostly because of the neighborhoods on the hills. I loved my little exploration.
Before I get to the interview, for chronological purposes, I’ll cover the two hours before.
I left Claire’s around 8:30 a.m. to make sure I had plenty of time in case of traffic and especially because of the rain. At 9, I received a phone call from the newspaper in Beckley. After a little small talk, I was offered the job. He told me to take 48 hours to think it over and get back with him on Thursday morning. (Note: On Monday he called to tell me he was going to call Tuesday. After much confusion, I emailed the copy desk chief at the Island Packet/Beaufort Gazette to see if she had a timeline. I was told “I’m hoping to be able to make an offer by the end of the week; our publisher is out of the office until about Wednesday, and unfortunately, I can’t move forward without her OK. I’ve emailed her, so hopefully she’ll be checking her email while she’s gone and I’ll be able to move forward before then.”) So I got a little panicky. I didn’t have a job in Hilton Head, but I didn’t NOT have a job in Hilton Head. But I wasn’t going to know that until Friday. And I had to tell Beckley by Thursday. Freak out!
Of course I texted everyone. And then I freaked out some more. And then family started calling. And then I got over whelmed and cried a little. And then I called some other people. It was stressful. On top of all this, TomTom was freaking out because I was avoiding the highway. Rude.
Once I got to Gainesville and began my explorations, I picked up my phone to take a picture and noticed I had a missed call and voicemail. It was the editor at the Seneca Journal in the beautiful Seneca, South Carolina. I applied for this job because I saw the listing on journalismjobs.com and mentioned it to Claire who said WE LOVE SENECA IT’S SO PRETTY APPLY FOR IT RIGHT NOW. So I did. And now I have an interview in Seneca, SC on Thursday at 3.
That puts a small kink in the puppy sitting, but we have to wait and see if I’m authorized to pick the pups up, otherwise they’ll just stay boarded and I’ll head back to Murray to start packing and re-packing the trailer.
Hopefully I’ll know which job I have/am going to take soon. Each has its own pros and cons, but since I only have one offer amidst a ton of interviews, I have no idea. It feels like I have options, but I may not. Thus the panic.
Today’s interview is in Covington, Ga. at 4. I’ll be heading down after lunch to make sure I have plenty of time to see the town and hopefully snap a few photos from somewhere other than inside my car. But the forecast doesn’t look promising.