There’s a moment every semester that I loathe and love. Up and down the hall, all the colleagues are trying to get final grades in, and spending way too much time socializing instead. Especially in May, there’s a tremendous longing to be done with it for three months, but also plenty of reason to want to be distracted from passing out the bad news to the people that didn’t do the work.

During one of these conversations someone interesting whispered to me that there was a job opening for what we do up in the capitol city, and even offered me a reference for it. So now I have to think all over again, not about where to be when or whether to renew a lease, but to answer a bigger question. How big a sellout am I?

I really quite hate that town, on the one hand. On the other, they pay better than anyone else, and there’s a good chance that I could have a real relationship again with the one I’m married to. (There’s another label for you.)

I have to throw down the hat because of it, and see how much they’d be willing to part with for a contract.

Get a number and then decide.