Why Do the Ones We (try to) Love Hurt Us So?

I have really been trying to give Dallas a fair shake. Despite my preconceived, George W influenced, views of Texas, I have been trying to see potential in the Lone Star State. You see, there's an open job here. It would be a great opportunity for me, in theory, and I think I would have a good shot at getting the job if I expressed interest. Since I am trying to keep an open mind while I reconsider what I want to be when I grow up, I am open to almost anything. The job in Dallas would be more interesting, pay well and be a great advancement on my resume. Because of all those things, I refused to close off a great job because of a little thing like a state full of secessionists. ************************************************************************* Oddly enough, Texas seems to have rejected me. The first time I was here, I hurt myself running (an injury that has hung on for nearly two months), I was nowhere near a Chipotle, there was a tornado and subsequent torrential downpour that had me stuck in my hotel room for days on end. The next trips were somewhat uneventful other than heat waves and humidity that caused death in some. Tonight I got locked in the work parking garage and was unable to get out for quite sometime. It seems that Dallas is being as inhospitable of a host as possible. I wonder if it's just some cosmic force telling me to keep my eyes on the prize of grad school...or maybe I just want to believe that. *********************************************************************** Well, I head back to ABQ for the weekend and then spend all of next week in Dallas. That will be the last week of my formal courtship with the Dallas office. Will I end up wooed or will Dallas find another way to make it clear that I am not welcome?