Yo, so I was at the crib today around noon. I'm waiting for this phone call from another prospective employer, this one is back home in Detroit, and I get this eerie sense of calm from within. I sat down at my computer, started browsing some of my favorite pornography (Brazzers.com, muthafuckas) and waited for the call.
When I got it, I was in a zone. Three people on the phone. A panel interview where I don't have to look at the panel. Splendid!
I had a beautiful answer for everything. Beautiful like the 99 names of Allah. I was on fire.
After the interview they asked me how soon I could start after I was offered the position. I told them one month. Then they asked me how much I was looking to make.
I fucking froze. I absolutely wasn't expecting the question and I fucking froze.
When I finally unfroze, I gave them a range $20,000 under what I'm willing to accept. I pussied out, completely.
If they offer me the gig, I'll tell them I can't go for the number I quoted them. That'll probably end that journey home pretty quickly.