The feeling will pass...the feeling will pass...

There was an advertisement on the school district's website. The ad was for a job opening, and the opening was for a DBA. I know I could have gotten deep into the interview process, and maybe even won the job. The salary range's bottom end was ten thousand dollars more than I'm making now, and the high end was off the teacher salary charts. I thought wistfully, and with much heavy sighing, about how nice it was to make lots of money and never give it a thought. I can't do that any more. Then I imagined myself back in a cubicle, fixing errors, analyzing code, carrying a PAGER...and I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew I wouldn't be able to go back (unless I was really, really desperate, which I'm not), so I didn't apply for the job. After I'd made my mind up, I still felt a kind of longing, almost a yearning, for the old moneyed days. That will pass, right?