Today could have been a big day for my future career. One which involved a couple of phone calls and conversations which are still playing on my mind.
I’m not so sure how good of an idea it would be to spill all the details of the story, so let’s go with a trimmed down version for now.
For the last month or so I’ve been in the application process for a software job based in Dublin. I’ve undergone a total of 4 application stages, one of which was a 4 day technical project.
Unlike most job applications, this one was pretty relaxed – something which was quite refreshing and well welcomed on my part.
As I advanced through the stages and picked up some more details on the role itself, my excitement levels went through the roof. I initially had worries about my ability to really excel in this position (which would be an issue for me given that I try to go above and beyond in all my roles), but as I advanced along those doubts vanished and now I know I could quickly get up to speed and make a big impact.
For a million and one reasons I was excited about this position. I mean, I still am. It sounds bloody awesome.
Skip forward to today and we are now at the very last stage of the application process.
At around lunchtime today I received a call from my HR contact to finally discuss a key element of any job offer – the salary.
It had only come up in passing before this point so neither party really knew where the other stood. This conversation didn’t end well, though; the proposed number on their end was a full 40% less than I was expecting.
It takes a lot to render me speechless, but at that point I was definitely thrown off a little. The conversation continued and ended well, with him going off to see what he could do for me.
A few hours later the second call came through with some good news – I had gotten the job. Despite my lack of software experience I had shown great promise in the technical project and they seemed to like me as a person. The only issue was the revised salary number was still about 20% lower than the lowest I was expecting.
Right now, the ball is in their court.
As excited as I am about the prospects of this job, it isn’t going to be an easy one. It will be high stress, high volume, long hours and one where extensive drive and ownership will be required on an ongoing basis. It will be far from a walk in the park.
And although I do have some gaps that aren’t ideal, I do have a pretty solid and proven track record that has shown that never being an issue before.
Right now, I’m standing my ground; I honestly believe that the number I have stated as being my minimum is a good reflection of the work I could do and the impact I could make, regardless of my experience.
Applying for a job you really want, one that is in a highly rewarding industry, within a great and well regarded company, is worth a lot, but I do believe that I should be compensated accordingly for my hard work.
It definitely isn’t sitting easy with me though. Logically I know I’m right in what I’ve done and I’m happy that I am doing it the right way. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that something about it just feels a little off, like I’m being totally crazy with it.
The only consolation I’ve got right now is that people I’ve confided in agree with me, which has helped level my head a bit.
Maybe I am wrong though. May you’d disagree?
In any case, right now it’s back to waiting, and back to hoping!
So, unless you happen to have some words of advice, all I can ask is that you wish me luck!
Update: I didn’t take it. There wasn’t much more movement, and having thought about it for a few days decided I felt strong enough to decline the offer. A though decision, not one I easily made, but I do believe the right one for me long term.
Onwards and upwards.