Another good day, yippy!
Sugar Newt is being his adorable, darling little self today. Bright-eyed and rat-tailed. A few rounds of gnawing on his One True Love, good appetite, normal snuggles. All good news!
Other good news – well, good news, but, rather odd news – got a call from an agency today, asking if I was interested in a summer contract. Time commitment is within range; pay is acceptable; and, commute is reasonable. Sort of. Seems that part of the project will be spent on location.
In AFRICA!!!
Yeah, that’s what I said, too. “Pardon me, did you just say ‘Africa‘?”
I was still trying to wrap my brain around how I ended up on the short list of tech writers for out-of-country assignments, and I’m sure I sounded like an idiot. “Uhm … did you say Africa? Africa, Africa? As in, the CONTINENT of AFRICA?” All the while, thinking to myself “No shyte! Africa, in all its glorious, wondrous, otherworldness?”
While they had me on hold, I asked Cat Daddy “How do you feel about me going to write in Africa for a few weeks?”
His reply – “Pardon me, did you just say ‘Africa’?”
::snork::
Seems they feel that I am a good fit for the job, in spite of not meeting one important criteria, which I helpfully pointed out.
“But, you have animal control experience!” he enthused.
“Uhm … yes, I do, but that was controlling cats and dogs and guinea pigs, not lions and elephants and gazelles!”
“But, are you interested?” he persisted.
“I guess so,” I replied, oh-so-convincingly.
He said he is going to submit me for consideration, and I say that I’m reasonably certain nothing will come of it. But dang, guys, how ueber COOL is that? To even be considered for an assignment in an exotic locale.
Gosh, I love my job!
Am already under orders from Cat Daddy that if I do get the gig, I am NOT to try to smuggle home an occicat. One spotted wild cat in our home is enough.
Gotta go – need to learn how to say “Cat Liver Shunt” and “yarn” in Swahili! 