My wife gave me her strong opinion that she would order the part new, but then caught herself, backtracked and said she trusts my judgment, whatever I order, because this is my project. All well and nice, but I couldn't very well order the used part now, on the off chance that it may go bad sometime in the next 10 years, making me wrong about something that she was right about. I'm sure she meant what she said about trusting me, and that she wouldn't say "I told you so," if that actually happened, but still...
Anyway, the new part came today, and after I got home from work, I put the washing machine back together. I ran a test load, and no water ended up on the floor. I am happy. I wonder how much it would have cost to have someone come out and look at it (I wonder how much I saved). I guess I'll never know.
In other news...
So I got a call out of the blue from a guy at a very large retail chain who happens to headquarter in Bentonville, Arkansas yesterday (think King of Retail). He ran across my resume somewhere, and wanted to know if I would be able to work during the hours of 6am to 6pm if they were to offer me a job. Apparently, they have had too many people go through the interview process, only to turn the job down because they can't work the hours needed (maybe they all are in school or something). I said yes, and we set up a longer, more involved call for today.
So he calls me back today, and lays out a really cool job scenario: they are the Unix Administration team for this large (understatement) corporation, and they support the Unix systems that run the whole business. He wants to interview me for a member of that support team. It would be first line support (internal customers, obviously). He said that his people get poached all the time to manage other areas in the IT part of this major corporation, because of the awesome stuff they learn on this team. Sounds compelling. But because of my level of education and experience with Unix (or lack thereof on both counts), they would only be able to offer me $13 per hour. That's $4 less than I make now, and it doesn't go very far with a wife and 4 kids.
It killed me to do it, but I had to tell him that I wouldn't be able to live on that salary, so I shouldn't waste his time any further. Then I cried. No, I didn't really cry, but the more I look back on it, I want to a little bit. He said I was the only person outside his local area that he was even calling about the job. I feel really flattered for even getting the call. I am having faith that when the right time comes, I will get the right job in the right place.
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