I was only thinking
and talking about some sort of new job
If the chance to grab another job I knew I was going to be okay with and the family too, I was going to try for it.
The other week, my sis-n-law, of the NuHoose, found an advertisment for a geologist locally based.
As the weekend went past, and I did not follow up she reminded me about it. To wit, I went home and looked it up.
The application I sent was actually short, with a link to a page with my CV. It had been on the web for years, updated to keep up with the constant changes. Of the years.
In any case, there was a reply with in an hour. A interview arranged finally for a week hence.
Next fortnight, this maybe written from a work location instead.
The garage I use as the Alcoholery, Joinery, Junkery and Hidey Hole had my old wellsite geologist’s Pilot Case, [Not a Brief Case- & another story], hidden away in the depths. But it needed a new hinge or something. The sailing bag of tricks on the veranda was raided for a three inch gaffer tape roll. And then I managed to lock up one of the combination locks.
Which had not been used for quite a number of years- let’s just say ten at least. And the PIN was not resident in my head.
Bugger, took a little while, but the second lock was on a combination that reminded me of a certain office telephone number [let’s say], and it flooded back from twenty years ago- AH, THAT NUMBER!
Voila- remembered the combinations and FIXED the flap hinge, and this was weeeeeks ago.
Tonight I am preparing for the job a bit more, finding all the manuals and bits and pieces that I may need soon.
Maybe The Fixes were fixing me for a new job fix!