Today was a biggie. The 20th anniversary at my job. Twenty Years. A milestone. I remember the beginning so well. My fear of change had kept me at a chain salon for too long. My clients were urging me to move on. Finally, I got the courage. I started collecting my client's contact information, and started researching salons. I wanted to do my homework and pick the best place for me. I knew my work ethic and that I'd be an asset at any place I worked. I planned to interview every salon in the city till I found the right one. I made my first interview appointment, assuring myself I wouldn't die from fright. I met the owners at a local restaurant, felt an instant rapport, and talked on and on about hopes, goals, life, etc... They offered me the position on the spot. I told them I had other interviews scheduled, and that I'd have to get back to them. It sounded like the perfect place for me, but what about my plans for all those interviews? I didn't want to settle for the first offer. Would this be settling? What to do? I made the decision that this place was the right one. Twenty years proves it was, and is, the perfect job for me.