I’m currently working as a contractor computer geek for one of those agencies that is known by it’s initials, and I’ve been hoping for the opportunity to get on there as an employee. With that goal in mind, I applied for an opening a few weeks ago. Last week I was told that the choice was between two people, and I was one of them.
Today I was offered the job. It will mean about $3 more an hour than I’m making now, and vacation and retirement benefits that I will be able to roll my 10 years in the Air Force towards. Oh, and it’s 12 miles closer to my house.
I’d been fighting the urge to do the Snoopy Dance all day at work, so once I arrived home this afternoon I cut loose. I think it may have frightened the kids, and definitely frightened the dog, but I’ll be darned if there was anything that was going to stop me from my Snoopy Dance pursuit.
I only broke one glass.
The kids and I are gearing up to head out of town again this weekend. I’m looking forward to another escape from reality. Or maybe that would be an escape TO reality?
OK, I’d better get packing if I want us to leave bright and early.