Well, here we are again. It’s bidding time.
My last tworounds of bidding were for what are known as “directed tours.” This means that the list comes out, you express your preferences through one mechanism or another, and then an assignment panel will choose your next post. You may not always be happy with the results, but at least the process itself is relatively quick and straightforward: from the day the list comes out to the day you know your fate is a little over a month, so you can just get it done and move on with your life.
This time, as a fully-fledged tenured officer, it’s time to put on my big girl pants and bid with the grownups. This process is more like applying for a regular job: the list comes out, you research the positions, send in resumes, have interviews, get references, and try to figure out who you know who knows somebody with the pull to get you that dream job. A special code has grown up around the process to describe the intricacies of this mating dance: 360s, core bids, fair share, handshakes, air kisses, shoot-outs. The whole procedure takes over three months at a minimum, and can be much longer if you aren’t successful in landing a job in the first round.
As usual with bidding, I am excited, and I am not excited. It’s always a thrill to think about where I could end up next, and there are some jobs on the list that seem like they could be really great options for me – if only I can snag one. Everyone I’ve talked to seems to have their own thoughts and strategies for midlevel bidding, but no one has ever characterized the process as being anything short of hellacious. And since my last competitive job-finding process (5 years ago, before I joined the FS) did not go particularly smoothly, I am worried I may wind up somewhere I don’t really want to be, doing something I don’t really want to do. The only guarantee is months of stress and uncertainty while it all gets hashed out. *sigh*
But I don’t really have a choice about it, so let’s do this thing!