kicking puppies is bad

I got two job offers last week and my current job offered to match them. Both jobs were at a substaintal salary increase (think ~801,428 gummi bears*). Both of the jobs were rockstar awesome. Yes, I *am* a rockstar. But one of the jobs stands out as being insanely rockstar awesome. I am a data analyst and this particular job has crazy amounts of insanely nice data. And they want someone (specifically me!) to play with it. And it is the kind of data that most people don’t have access to and can’t get access to. Which means that the research that results from my analysis might actually be novel and useful. And novel, useful research is a good thing (unless it is evil).

But then I got slightly sad. Because the data relates to suicide. And I am sitting here being incredibly happy that I have massive amounts of suicide data to play with. And I shouldn’t be happy about that. So perhaps I’m not that much of a rockstar afterall. Or perhaps I am a mean, evil, untalented rockstar (like Ted Nugent or Donnie Wahlberg). And that just sucks.

* Assuming 5lb bags of haribo gold bears at Amazon’s current pricing.