With Aaron's stint in investment banking almost up, he started interviewing for jobs in private equity. It's a pretty grueling process-- not at all like my accounting interviews where they mostly just feed you dinner and give you swag*. But through a combination of tons of interview preparation, total sleep deprivation, and divine intervention, Aaron got an offer at a private equity firm. And you just don't turn those down. So we accepted immediately, gratefully, and enthusiastically. The only catch? The job was to start in two weeks. In Boston. And we were in California.
Aaron received and accepted the terms of his offer on Friday. On Saturday, we rented an apartment through Craigslist. The next week our car shipped out and the following week the movers took our stuff and we left California. Aaron flew to Boston, and Caleb and I spent a week in Idaho with his parents and then a week in Virginia with my parents while we waited for our furniture to get across the country. Then we paid rent in two high-cost-of-living areas for two and a half months plus realtor's fees, which was, in two words-- "not awesome." Or in seven words-- "I could have gotten Lasik. And Invisalign**." Or in eight words-- "When are we going to move to Texas***?"
But, in spite of the craziness of getting here, we are really loving 97.3 percent of everything about it. I like living in a more urban environment, and Aaron loves his job. Besides having good people to work with and interesting projects to work on, the firm has a fully stocked kitchen with everything from Shark Bites fruit snacks**** to Heath Bar Klondike Bars. So really, what more could we ask for? And I mean that sincerely.
*Granted I did the bulk of my interviews before the economy tanked. They did also ask questions during the interview.
**That's right. I need to get adult orthodontics. Of all the uses for money, this must be the absolutely least exciting. Except for maybe posting bail. I can't imagine that would be very fun.
***Probably never. But crazier things have happened.
****One day he found seven great whites in one pack!! Seven!! Can you believe it?!
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I'm so impressed that he found 7 great whites!! That is quite an accomplishment. The most I've ever gotten is like, 3, and I felt pretty cool.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I'm speechless. No one ever gets 7. Maybe once in the history of the world.
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