Hey guess what? I just got head hunted! That feels pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. Now, truth be told, a lot of people in my line of work move around quite a bit, so it’s no great shakes to get tagged with a feeler or two every now and again. Still, I don’t mind getting felt up. It can be good for a half-hour’s worth of what-ifs and day dreams.
This particular position, for instance, is based in New York City. (Not for nothing, people who are “based in” a place make me want to vomit.) So it can be fun to imagine for a moment what it would be like to be based in New York City. This job also requires signing a “statement of faith.” That’s unlikely to happen. Not that I am unfaithful, but I’m not interested in performing a shibboleth just to get paid. Plus too, if you have to sign a “statement of faith” doesn’t that also mean you have to live in some major southern city?
No, I don’t much want to live in Charlotte, and New York is fun to fantasize about for a little while but just a little while. The problem with headhunters is that all they have to offer is a place to go. I don’t need a place to go; I need a place to stay. The problem with that is that no one just builds a place for you and says, “hey, stay here!” You have to build it yourself, invest yourself in it. Then it becomes more than a place. It’s your place.