So I spent several days working up the courage to do one of the most ballsy things I’ve ever set out to do: Call the decision makers who interviewed me and tell them “no” is not good enough. Well, more polite then that — basically, don’t let one “no” end the conversation. I was going to do this on Monday, arranging to get together during the week.
Then Monday came. All three kids stayed home sick, and I was sick as well. Nothing big, but enough to make me sleep most of the day away. On Tuesday, I was feeling better but still not 100%, and besides I was stuck at home with our littlest who was still sick while Kay went to her part-time work. And now it seems awkward to try to arrange meetings when we will be leaving for vacation in a few days. So I was rather frustrated on Tuesday, feeling like I had worked up all that momentum only to be bogged down in the mud.
Kay said: “Don’t worry, Jon. God’s Plan Z is better than our Plan A.“