Les Freak, c’est chic
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I am officially, really and truly, freaking out now.
What’s going on with Alaska?
We’re moving there.
It’s official.
Holy moly.
The story: OmegaDad has been wanting to change jobs for quite a while, and has been applying left and right for the past two years. Last year, some of my readers may recall, OmegaDad applied to a job in Alaska. He made the grade for the interviews, but came in second for this position to a real live IT person (OmegaDad is not an IT person, but is an ag person who has been doing databases and GIS in his work for 10 years now).
About six weeks ago, OmegaDad got a call from the guy who interviewed him, Bob. “Hey, OmegaDad, our IT guy flew the coop. The job’s re-opening. Just a heads-up.”
Well. That was interesting, of course. So OmegaDad fired up the computer, re-did his resume for the umpteenth time, and sent it off.
The job closed last Friday. Alaska HR person assured OmegaDad that she had “hand-delivered” the application packet as of Tuesday. (This sounds really impressive until you realize that Alaska HR person has an office down the hall from Bob.) Bob called yesterday and said, “You want it?” OmegaDad said yes.
Which, in normal life, would mean, “YES.” As in, we’ve offered you the job and you’ve accepted our job.
But, in the federal world, things work a wee tad differently. See, Bob had to talk to John–Alaska state muckity-muck–who had to talk to George–our state muckity-muck and ask permission to take OmegaDad away from them. Just one of those things. Anyway, Bob did talk to John, and John called George, only to be referred to Jill, who is Acting State Muckity-Muck. Jill called OmegaDad and said, “You want it?” and OmegaDad said yes. So Jill then called John, to say OmegaDad said yes. And John then called Bob to say the same thing.
Dontcha love bureaucracy?
But let me tell you, this thing has moved with the speed of light in federal terms. We were expecting to wait a few weeks for Bob to call OmegaDad for the “interview”…and then wait a few weeks for a decision to be made and things to go from muckity-muck to muckity-muck, etc.
Nope. One day.
And I? Am freaking out. Like “OHMIGOD!” freaking out. Yes, it’s absolutely wonderful that OmegaDad has finally gotten a GS increase. Yes it’s a faboo adventure to move to Alaska. Yes, we’ll be able to drive to Denali. (Yes!)
But I am frozen as a deer in headlights right now.
ACK!
