Let's just say someone I know and love was offered a job yesterday. He (or she?) doesn't need a job, already has a good one where he's valued. But this was an interesting opportunity to pursue and so pursue it, he did.
Now he's in the difficult but enviable position of having to make a huge decision between two very good options. I won't dwell there for the sake of anyone who is job hunting. It's like to saying to a lonely, single person, I just can't decide between these two suitors who I love and who love me! My life is so hard!
I might or might not have sat out in the pleasant spring dark last night talking this over, my feet up on the arm his chair, occasionally waving at the after-dark dog walkers. A night like last night called for a cigarette (for him, not me), and I positioned myself upwind and swallowed my criticism.
He said, Why do they want me?
He was once cocky. Once he thought that he was invincible because he was good at his job. Now, he's still good at his job and is told so clearly and often. But he still doesn't feel secure.
This is bullying, three years later. Fuck them.