Not quite two years into my bio* adventure, I've had my second bite of possible full time employment in my dream field, where I can Make A Difference.
Oh, but the money... That beautiful, seductive mistress that has treated me so well over the last 8 years...
I just can't seem to break free and accept my dream job -- making less than half of what I made merely one year ago... Step back to my 1998 salary after rubbing elbows with the execs and a billionaire?
Are these my dream jobs? Am I a money addict? Does the smaller paycheck overshadow the careers that had me so lovestuck mere months ago?
My job / life satisfaction algorithms are causing me much guilt, confusion, and frustration.
At least this time it's me torturing me, not The Man and The System... :) This hamster needs to pick a treadmill.