Today was my last day at ABN AMRO Bank. I've been offered -- and have accepted -- a job in San Francisco. The new company is going to move the whole family out there. I start in San Francisco on July 30th, with everyone coming sometime in the first week of September (give or take.)
In true Inter-tubes style, here's a FAQ:
Q. Why San Francisco?
A. That's where the new bank wants me. It was either that, or New York. Those who know me know I have no love for the Center of the Universe.
Q. Won't you slide off the earth when the Big One hits?
A. We'll be living in East Bay, past the San Andreas Fault. If I'm at work, yes. If I'm at home, probably not; although our place may or may not become beachfront property.
Q. Just how far away from San Francisco do you need to live if you want to avoid paying $2 million for a 700 square foot studio condominium?
A. Sacramento. No, really. Well, almost; eastern Contra Costa County. It's about 50 miles from San Francisco by car.
Q. Hell of a commute, no?
A. Thanks to the wonders of CTA and Metra (Hi, Lunt Bus!) my place -- a whopping nine miles from my office now -- is 75 minutes to work. Out there, it's about 80. A rounding error!
Q. What are you doing for the next two weeks, since you're not going to work?
A. Thanks to the bank's policy of asking people to leave when they resign, if they're going to the competition, taking a two-week paid vacation!
Q. Do you have new phone numbers/new email/new addresses?
A. No. No. No. We will in September.
Q. Will you update your blog more frequently?
A. Probably. I've been on embargo for a while, what with the negotiations and such; it's pretty much all that's been going on in my life for quite some time. Now that I've resigned, and I don't need to keep that particular secret any more...
Q. You're not renting a U-Haul to drive to San Francisco, are you?
A. Nope. The bank has hired this guy to take care of it.
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