The past week was a bit of a rush for me. In short words I accepted a job for a local TV station about a month ago. Went to all the tests and stuff and basically aced it with flying colors (whatever the hell that means). So... I was told It'd be about a month and a week before I could get in and somehow I got anxious.

I stopped waiting and accepted a different job at an advertising company. Yep, I was feeling mighty good with myself, except I wasn't feeling good about my conscience. I worked the first week thinking it wouldn't really hurt and I'd figure out what to do when the Ser TV people called saying they were ready to let me in. The call came in during week 2 of my new job and (you guessed it) I hadn't figured out shit. So I try to tell the HR lady on the other side of the phone (while at my work station) that I'm not going to work there because I got offered a new job somewhere else. Since I have so little spine for these things I decided to ask permission from my current job and go all the way to the TV station to sort things out.

I get to the station and well... I was a bit depressed at the sights. I mean, depressed isn't really the word, but rather it was resentment at myself, because they had a dude producing, editing, designing for static ads and making 3D animation at the same time because they didn't have the necessary staff to spread the workload. I felt so bad about it that I just had to say I was gonna work there.

With my decision taken, I went back to the advertising office and told my boss and co-worker immediately. They said it was fine, if that's what I really wanted to do. So I work the rest of the week and then this one as well. On Wednesday I got my contract and the paper said $800 instead of the $600 we had agreed on. I trying to read on the three copies just to make sure it's not a typo, but it turns out my employer liked my work so much and trusted my skill so that he actually increased my salary by $200. This made my decision a bit harder to swallow, but in the end I marched up to the master boss chief's office (not before a persuasion attempt by his secretary) and told the man I couldn't take his job.

The man said if that's what I wanted then... go for it. I think he saw a man who couldn't be bent on his decision. He didn't try to change my mind so much, because I think he knew if the money didn't make me change my mind then I was pretty much out of there. It felt scary, but at the same time it felt awesome. Sort of like sky diving without a parachute.

I pondered on my decision during the weekend and realized I stood up to the whole "money's not my main motivation" gimmick I keep yappin' about. And it felt damn good. The door I'm walking away from may have closed forever behind me, but I'll move on and live with my choice. I'll show everyone my decision was the right one for me and everyone who now depends on my skills.

I'm on Ser TV and I'm gonna learn like hell this year (years maybe?). Wish me luck.