Skip The Dryer

We must have needed another cycle. This time it was the rinse and spin.

Repeatedly.

We cloth diapered our daughter for 2 years. The washing machine ran more than a furnace in a blizzard, one where you don’t lose power. You run one load of diapers at least twice. In between cycles, you reach in and fluff to loosen each piece. There are so many little things you do to make certain that every square inch is stripped of all the gunk. You monitor the wash cycle to make sure they are not only being cleaned but also that the water itself does not leave behind mineral deposits.

You can look at it one of two ways; that it’s annoying as hell or you get satisfaction from accomplishing what you set out to do. No matter the challenges or repetition. I never consistently felt one way or the other and I even flipped sides during the same load of diapers!

We came home from Georgia filled with enthusiasm. The days passed and communication from the job became sparse. They claimed T.J. was their unicorn (that’s a quote) but their actions drew another picture. It was not an easy decision. T.J. turned down the job. He contacted a recruiter and began a new search.

Thus begun the rinse and spin cycles. His phone never stopped ringing. Interviews, emails, texts, assessments, and long conversations with the recruiter. Almost every interview led to a job offer. One weekend we were researching Tucson after accepting a verbal offer for an Assistant Manager position that would turn into Service Manager once he was trained. By Wednesday, we heard from the recruiter that they had offered the position to an internal candidate from New York. The recruiter was frustrated to say the least. We were disappointed too. That cycle came to an end. We didn’t even get the chance to take a turn in the dryer…

Next up, Raleigh. This opportunity actually presented itself back in November. The recruiter was trying hard to find a job for T.J. while we were pursuing the one in Atlanta (which was found on our own during the same time we found the recruiter). The offer had been made to fly all three of us out to shake hands and accept the position. Thankfully, the owner was still offering a position. Not the same one. This offer was for a lead technician. The previous offer was for a foreman. That’s why we politely declined it originally. The offer in Atlanta was for a production manager at the top Dodge Ram dealership in the southeast. We flew out to Raleigh-Durham at the beginning of January to finalize and accept the job. The owner was amazing. The company was a dream come true. We found a house that we knew would nourish our dreams. Then we got the call. The day after we got back to Denver, they did not feel T.J. was a good fit at this time. Please keep in touch, he told us. He’s sure our paths will cross again.

What a blow. We were beyond discouraged at this point. Fluff and repeat.