Getting Oregonized

Random thoughts & observations before, during & after a cross-country move to Portland, Oregon in June 2006.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Poker Face

I need to have a word with Kenny Rogers (he of the plastic surgery gone horrendously wrong) b/c how do you know when to hold 'em & when to fold 'em? Was that even in the lesson of "The Gambler" or was the song just about the fact that you NEED to know?

I'm sitting here becoming increasingly frustrated. Actually, I'm very much on the verge of feeling foolish...like I'm being strung along & I can't even see it. I haven't heard a peep from my job prospect in over a week. I sent a follow-up note after my most recent meeting (which was LAST Tuesday, as in over a week ago) & I called two days ago (got voicemail, but left a message). I'm about to start having people call my cell phone just to make sure it still works (even though I know it does). This totally sucks! What appeared to be a sure thing several weeks ago now feels like a long-shot. How long do I wait to find out? When do I fold?

I don't feel ready to fold, but maybe I've been pre-emptively removed from the game & haven't yet been informed. Letting someone know when their services are no longer required seems to be the polite thing to do, but maybe that's just me. I feel like I had a good hand & I played it well; I was strongly suited, bluffed when I needed to & kept my eyes on my own cards. Isn't that how you play the game? Now, it seems like it might be time to hedge my bets but I can't step away from the table just yet.

Craps,
PortlandGirl

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