So, I haven't posted much, because there is only one thing I want to talk about. But, I needed to tell some off-line people first.

Drum roll...

I'm taking the job. I'm moving to Richmond. I don't have more details than that at the moment.

I am both excited and terrified.

Here's to big changes in 2008!

My new boss is supposed to call me this week, so that we can start working out details on the transfer. He said it most likely would be yesterday. Nothing yet. I'm stuck in limbo. I don't know how much work to take on at this office, because I don't know when they want me to start up there. I can't start looking for a place to live, because I don't know when I'm moving. I can't start packing, because I don't know where I'm moving too, so I don't know what I need to take.

Tomorrow we are supposed to update our workload plans. I think I'll use that as an excuse to call.

So, the Richmond boss called my boss today. They are playing VM tag, but still, it's good news, especially when you consider that I had decided that it had been taken away. (Why, yes, I am a bit melodramatic.)

Also, Orion is once again, in the words of my mother, "More work than a 2 year old."

I got an e-mail from the Richmond boss telling me he told HR to start the process. Today their regional HR rep called my regional HR rep. Things are moving along, slowly, through the bureaucracy.

I'm going up to visit and really check out the city on the 26th.

Oh, and yesterday one of our senior PMs came in and told me that he'd heard I was talking to Richmond. He thinks it's a good move for me. He was also very impressed with the way things came together. (I know 2/3 of the staff up there, TRgirl and Randy are there.) I believe the word "kismet" was used. Anyhow, since the company has transferred him before, I asked him if I was being unreasonable in expecting moving expenses (my boss had thought so). His advice? "If they won't pay for you to move, don't go!"

Last week, we had a big company meeting. Well, it was our business group and the same business group out of Charlotte.

Anyway, afterwards we all went out for lunch. I sat with three of my male colleagues. I ordered the Caesar salad and baked potato combo. The waitress asked, "What kind of dressing would you like on your salad?" I told her, "Caesar," and she walked off to the kitchen. I said to the guys, "I never know how to answer that question. What do you say to that?"

My British colleague's suggestion?

"It's a fucking Caesar salad."

I am told the transfer letter is on its way. Of course, I will not be here tomorrow, as I have put in all of my hours and I am going to see TRgirl, Randy, and Monkey* this weekend.

*I am going to keep trying out nicknames for my nephew. For some reason, I tend to call boy children "monkey".

This weekend I found the neighborhood I want to live in. Today, I found a house in that neighborhood. The lessor has not called me back yet. Also, I got my transfer letter and they are really not offering enough for me to move. So, all in all, it may be a no go.

I may have overreacted a wee bit. I am not happy with the moving assistance they have offered, and I am getting some quotes so that I can negotiate that. But, at the end of the day, it's not big enough that I won't take the job because of it.

I mean, I'll still complain...