Friday?

Friday!

I got my ticket last night. For Friday. The day-after-tomorrow one. Whitehorse, ho, bitches.

I'm excited. I'm a little nervous because Rob won't be coming with me, and we haven't been separated for more than a few days in about 4 years. I will miss him, but it will be worse for him than it is for me, since I will be busy, and he will be waiting for me to call and say, yes I got a job and yes we have a home come quick!

For Christmas my sister and I and our boyfriends got air Canada points to fly to Whitehorse and back. It's the same price on points to fly one way as it is to get a round trip. Well, more expensive actually. I booked a return flight, with my return the Saturday before Christmas '09. Seems logical but I have the option to change the flight for $75. Pretty awesome, and exciting since I missed the seat sale on west jet and the flight up was going to cost $700 ish, much more then it needs to (if you happen to be able to plan not last minute, which I am not capable of).

Rob suggested that he stay home while I go up. It makes a lot of sense for the following reasons:
* because Air Canada sucks hard and will not transport animals to Whitehorse, cats would have to travel on a Sunday in order to coordinate west jet with air north. Fine. It lengthens the day by 7 hours, whatever. But, arrival in Whitehorse would be at 8:30 pm, and we'd have to go kennel the cats.
* All kennels are 20-30 minutes outside of town. That means no visiting, no checking out in advance if they are any good. And that one would have to take us in on Sunday night. A maybe at best.
* Mega traumatized cats. Yesterday when we packed a few bags up and moved stuff out of Rob's place, the cats got so wired up they wouldn't let us touch/catch them. They were hyper and anxious and nervous as frick. They clearly remember moving from Waterloo, I see. Awesome.
* No home and no jobs. When Rob and I feel desperate (in this case to get the cats back) we make rash decisions, see: our Glebe apartment. If it's just me, I can see every place in town, pick a nice one. I can go to job interviews and get contracts and pick the good one (hee hee, a little wishful thinking here). But the premise is the same. No desperation, no need for kitty prozac /therapy, no need for us to panic and take the first posting and place that'll take us.

So those are our reasons. My mission is to try and get the energy job and get us a place. I can do that.

Ooh, about my job interview! It turns out I have to do a test and an interview. They are accommodating my schedule and I have the written part on Monday afternoon and the oral interview on Friday morning. I have never done a government test before. I'm told that this one is part technical knowledge (boned!), part writing ability (not boned!). You then do the oral interview and then your two scores are added up and that's your number in the competition, compared to the other candidates. Now, I do not have the technical experience that this job requires.I talk a good game, but answering technical questions? Nope. I have no idea what even these questions could be. If they are about specs on energy stuff, it's a guaranteed loss. I will write how I would find the answer, but I would not have the answer.

If they are more along the lines of someone asks you this question, what do you say" I might fare better. I will write well. I will interview well. I may get the job depending on the other candidates. I may not. Either way, I'll be doing something about it. Poor rob has to wait for me, but really it makes so much sense. And, IF I can get a job then we are all systems go. 

Finally all systems go! eee! Wish me a job!

Gotta go pack stuff up. I'm bringing all my clothes, some winter stuff and the camping stuff. That way we'll have a pot set, cutlery etc to get started and we can upgrade as the paycheques roll in. Optimism, folks, get yer optimism

Friday evening I'm on my way.