My uncle Don recently retired from the U.S. Marine Corps after a 20-year career beginning in 1989. During this lengthy tenure, he has traveled the globe, enduring numerous tours of duty to Iraq, Somalia, Rwanda, Afghanistan, Iraq again, and many other places. Even more recently, he's been pretty busy planning the next stage of his life. Semper Fi, Lieutenant Colonel!
He lives in Virginia Beach and is currently in the process of selling his house in Pensacola, which requires a lot of preparation, dealing with realtors, and packing up what's left in the house to move it up to his other place.
He offered the chance for my older brother and myself (my younger brother is still in high school) to go down to Pensacola with him this week to help him with the house... and hang out by his pool, beach it, hit up the bars and otherwise enjoy ourselves while helping to alleviate his moving process. Seeing how my older brother works full-time, I seemed like a perfectly good candidate for this "spring break," so I jumped at the chance.
So he and I worked it out, I was going to go to his place in VA Beach yesterday, and we were going to drive down to Pensacola to make an adventure out of it starting today. I was all poised and ready to go when, on Friday, a woman from this company I applied to a couple weeks ago called me for a phone interview. I thought the interview went pretty well, and she informed me of a position that just opened up and, sure enough, I was interested. I still am. She then told me that she would deliver my resume to human resources for consideration. Do you notice a common theme here??? I thought I might be able to bypass this stage of the application process with this phone interview and jump straight into where I excel: the face-to-face, I-get-to-meet-you you-get-to-meet-me formal first introduction; without the nameless I'm-not-a-real-person I'm-just-words-on-paper resume as an e-mail attachment.
I had no choice but to call Uncle Don and tell him that I was forced to deep-6 the Florida trip with him in order to sit around and watch the phone like Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day in the song Longview, forgoing a much-needed trip to the Sunshine State's Gulf Coast in order to get away from this job hunt for a week and clear my head.
Great timing!!!
On the subject of 90s music, this whole job application process has me feeling an awful lot like the naked baby on cover of Nirvana's famous album Nevermind... unremittingly swimming to get that out-of-reach dollar bill on the end of the fishing line.
So this being Tuesday, at the time of the culmination of the second day of the work week, both my phone and e-mail have failed to beckon the call of the interview. And to think I could be on a beach right now....
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