I Declined an Enticing Job Offer Because It Crossed a Line

The blazer was obviously a mistake then. So was not painting my nails the night before, because I kept rubbing their jagged edges against the creases of my corduroy trousers in a ridiculous attempt to file them. A yell broke through my nervous mutterings. Someone wearing a faded Captain America t-shirt had just won a pretty intense foosball match. Before they whipped out the beer, I moved away. The office was all white. Floor-to-ceiling windows to my right sported a glamorous view of the city — one we were endeavoring to build. Every action we took was measured by how it would leave a dent in the Universe. The interview was a formality. Our phone conversation had gone well, and I was asked to come down for a chat. They were sure that we’d work out. Which made it more difficult, as the weight of the decision rested with me. The CEO had a couple of years on me, went to the right college, collected enough industry experience, and raised a decent round of seed funding. Most importantly, he was sitting in the interviewer's chair. <a href="https://medium.com/this-aint-yo-mama-s-tea-party-y-all/i-declined-an-enticing-job-offer-because-it-crossed-a-line-bfa586ff3c90">Visit Now</a>