tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post4763967386950903722..comments2023-12-23T04:56:29.702-05:00Comments on Ferule & Fescue: Roads not takenFlaviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832765671541392835noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-13188288223730471912016-02-21T18:19:09.983-05:002016-02-21T18:19:09.983-05:00Interesting post. I also can't think of a road...Interesting post. I also can't think of a road taken or not taken that I second guess or regret at all. Comradde PhysioProffenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-64048637524558997252016-02-17T13:51:15.755-05:002016-02-17T13:51:15.755-05:00Oh boo, no RSA for me, but I'll do my best to ...Oh boo, no RSA for me, but I'll do my best to tear up the SAA dance floor with all the suave that you bring to it!Pantagruellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16276888537167616031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-66416931760393207072016-02-17T13:35:24.914-05:002016-02-17T13:35:24.914-05:00Tiruncula--
Re: the people: yes, that's exact...Tiruncula--<br /><br />Re: the people: yes, that's exactly it. I think that's why I wound up thinking so concretely about the people I briefly met (potential colleagues, current law students) and imagining the others I would have known (whatever friends I would have made at either place). I don't remotely regret either decision, but it's funny that I was thinking partly in terms of the people I might have known and built relationships with, even as I was aware that <i>those</i> relationships would have supplanted many of the ones I now cherish.<br /><br />RG:<br /><br />De nada!<br /><br />Pantagruelle:<br /><br />No SAA for me, alas--I'll miss you on the dance floor! But if you'll be at RSA we should make a plan.Flaviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17832765671541392835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-61873518420721701832016-02-17T09:42:30.952-05:002016-02-17T09:42:30.952-05:00I had an AHA interview years ago, really thought I...I had an AHA interview years ago, really thought I had nailed it. But I didn't get the job. Many years later we hired a math professor who had gotten their BA at that institution, which was described as "the meth capital of ____ state." And we would have moved there with a baby in tow, ready to raise our family there. Kind of glad that didn't work out LOLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-50040598446906048692016-02-16T23:13:42.141-05:002016-02-16T23:13:42.141-05:00I have so much to say about this post but not here...I have so much to say about this post but not here. Grab me at SAA when we both have drinks in our hands and I promise to blow you away...Pantagruellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16276888537167616031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-88070235699275248432016-02-16T20:56:20.354-05:002016-02-16T20:56:20.354-05:00Just so you know: "hangdog or anhedonic"...Just so you know: "hangdog or anhedonic" may be my favorite string of words this year so far. If I appropriate it, I'll shout you out.Renaissance Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06243095907452011303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-47959311979902960032016-02-15T23:10:50.090-05:002016-02-15T23:10:50.090-05:00Once upon a time, I ran into an exboyfriend and he...Once upon a time, I ran into an exboyfriend and he told me about his life, post-Fie. I thought, "BULLET DODGED." I might have married him if a couple of stars had aligned and woo boy am I glad I didn't!! <br /><br />I also often think about our lives in the bay area, and I am happy that we left. I miss my friends and the weather, but not the oppressive financial situation. I think it would have driven hubby and I apart, and that would have been a real tragedy. Another dodged bullet.Fie upon this quiet life!https://www.blogger.com/profile/12047096700049201873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-75450448725193153512016-02-15T18:34:18.110-05:002016-02-15T18:34:18.110-05:00I think this is something we do much more often as...I think this is something we do much more often as we get older (along with rereading books, I find). I still think about the decision to leave a school at which I was happy but getting bored for one where I ended up so miserable I fled the profession altogether. And I still think I was getting so bored at the old job that I would have left academe one way or the other. But of course it's hard not to imagine the middle-aged me who might have been still an academic and aging in place in the comfortable old job. The great consolation, and the thing that reminds me again and again that even taking the job I ended up hating was not a complete loss, is the wonderful people I met along the way who are still friends. It becomes so much more about the people and less about the career goals as one gets older.Tirunculanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-21892922967391234092016-02-15T15:53:15.458-05:002016-02-15T15:53:15.458-05:00On the long, long road between Adventure City and ...On the long, long road between Adventure City and the Land of My Youth, I drive past the highway signs that would lead me to the university where I turned down a tenure-track job offer the year before I got the St. Martyr's job. I declined that job without another job offer in sight, but only with my Grad School department head's assurance that I could stay for another year as a lecturer. It just seemed like such a deeply unhappy place where everyone was miserable, and I had such a strong vision of the life I would lead and the person I would become if I stayed there. And I just didn't want to become a depressed alcoholic! I've never regretted that decision, not even when my life afterward didn't go as planned.What Now?https://www.blogger.com/profile/08221008082872963036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-28350775868249090252016-02-15T15:46:14.344-05:002016-02-15T15:46:14.344-05:00Flavia, I find myself thinking about this, though ...Flavia, I find myself thinking about this, though less than I used to, when I left one job for another--both were good, but different. It took me a good 2 years to get over being down about leaving <i>even though the new job was/is really good and a good fit for me</i>. It's different from your sense of "glad I didn't do <i>that</i>!" but thinking about different paths is a kind of reflection that's probably good for us. undinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05589384016564587214noreply@blogger.com