When I got back from a post-mortem this morning (another good advertisement for not drinking too much and for going to your doctor/hospital early when you feel like shit), I was told that a consultant pathologist at a certain pathology company in Melbourne with which I was moderately familiar had rung my supervisor up and talked to him about filling vacancies at their lab.
Specifically, I gather, about filling that vacancy with ME.
Now, I'm not sure whether we're talking 'just a formality here, send him down so we can offer him the job' or whether this is going to be a formal interview, but I'm going down on Thursday to have a look at the place and see exactly what it's like, meet the bosses, 'press the flesh' as they say (not that I wasn't doing a whole lot more to flesh this morning!).
The fact that I haven't so much as gone near this lab looking for a job and they have approached the powers that be in my sector of the world bodes well; they must be at least a little bit interested. Supposedly there is a big pow-wow of all the Anatomical Pathology lab directors in Melbourne a week or two from now, but I suspect that most of the 'horse trading' will be over by then and it will just be a matter of haggling over what remains.
With any luck, 'what remains' will not include me!
I've heard enough about this job already to know that I should take it if offered. If all else fails, I can stay where I am, which would in a way be nice. It would be nicer still to be actually in Melbourne next year, and not have to go back and forth for training (which led me, one cold and foggy May morning, to pile my car up 15km away from home; due to insurance haggles, it's still being fixed!).
I'm just going to take the attitude that what's past is past, and all that matters is getting my casebook done, doing the exam and getting through.