Alright, I’ll say it now. I never thought I was going to hear the words “you’re hired” again. 5 months of sending out resumes, tracking down leads, hounding potential employers to death and worrying about debt load had started to make doubt my employability. I mean, I wasn’t exactly being picky. Today alone I applied to be a labourer, a UPS driver, a meat wrapper, a sandwich maker, a bus driver and a dishwasher.
As it turns out, the last is what I got. I’ll be working in a camp location, somewhere in the wilds of Alberta with a red seal chef. He knows my ambitions, so he’s said he’ll gladly use me in other capacities should the need arise. Truthfully, I think he was as desperate to find someone as I was to find something. I really don’t care. It’s in the industry I want, it’s at the level I want, and it starts tomorrow. Yup. A three minute phone interview, a realization that we knew a Chef in common, and a short discussion on where I should buy shoes.
I’m going off grid folks. I don’t know where the camp is, what is expected of me, who I’m working for, or when I’ll be online again. And I don’t really care. I have a job.
I’ll fill you in as I know more. I’ve got to pack.
frankenough 