Gheesh, why do I have to be so clever with the titles? Now I'm craving waffles.

Buttery, maple syrupy crisp waffles. Drool.........................

This afternoon I'm meeting with the person who would have been my new manager had I chosen to move over to the training side of the fence. It's apparent that she's making assumptions that she shouldn't be making:

Purpose of meeting: I'd really like to spend a little time together before the larger meeting on 8/20 with the rest of the Corporate Groups. I'd like to hear about the training priorities in your area and what other things you're interested in being a part of within the Corporate Groups.

After very careful and thoughtful consideration, and conversations with Top Dog, I'd made the decision to stay where I'm at. It was really a tough decision for me because there are things about my current job that scare me to death. OK, just one thing- but that's enough.

I was ruminating (good word, huh?) on the train today about my decision and what exactly I was going to tell the new training director. It was that point that I started to waffle.

Did I really make the right decision?
Was my decision based on being right for the department, or based on being right for me?
Was Top Dog sincere in what he told me?
Etc. Etc. Etc.

By the end of the train ride, I was really concerned about whether I'd made the right decision. I'm usually someone that, once I make a decision, I don't waffle. Why was I waffling? Did this mean that I'd made the wrong decision?

I got off the train, and on to the bus that takes me the rest of the way. Whaddya know. The person who applied, but wasn't hired for the training director job was on that bus, sitting right across the aisle from the seat I'd chosen. I've *never* seen him on that bus and didn't even notice he was there until I heard, "Hi Lori".

He asked me, "So, have you made your decision?" I told him that yes, I'd made my decision and had a meeting with the new training director today and was going to break the bad news in the meeting with her.

I then said that it was a really difficult decison for me to make because I love training so much. After a bit of back and forth he said, "I think you've made the right choice."

We continued to talk through the bus ride and then the 3 block walk to the building. He explained that if it were anyone else, he'd suggest going into training- but he thinks that I'd be really torn if I moved over to training because I'd be required to put other departments ahead of my current department in priorities. He said, "you'd be constantly between a rock and a hard place".

He's right. If that happened, I *would* be really torn and I'd be writing post after post about how guilty I felt about the decision I'd made. I really REALLY like my team and would feel horrible letting them down.

I never told him that I was waffling on the train, but I can tell you this; I'm not waffling any more. I don't believe in coincidence. I believe that he was meant to be on that bus in that seat today.

Now, if I could just get the idea of waffles out of my head, I'd be great.