I finally decided to give potential boss man (PBM) a call today to turn down his job offer and let him know that I've accepted the job in Boston. Strangely, the whole process felt like I was breaking up with him. First there was the whole build-up to the inevitable phone call. (Yes, I broke up with him over the phone. I know, I know - shame on me! In my defense though, he's waaay on the other side of the continent, and in a completely different timezone, folks. So, gimme a break!) I had already made up my mind about Boston, but put off calling him because I wasn't sure what to say, and I wasn't ready to have the awkward conversation. So, I put it off over the weekend, and procrastinated until today.
Funny thing is, I was actually prepared to call, but PBM beat me to it, which kinda caught me off-guard. We had the talk, I told him about my decision and he tried to sound excited for me. Then asked about Boston - which was kind of like telling the girl you're breaking up with about the new girl that you're seeing.
The whole process was relatively painless, and it made me wonder what took me so long to do it. The call ended amicably and we promised to stay in touch. Kinda like the last time I broke up with someone. I think that time, I wimped out and did it over the phone too. Don't hate!
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