Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Sue called. Wants to know why you didn't write.

I like a woman who's got her patter down.

Despite setting numerous reminders I forgot all about this interview until about 5 minutes before the phone rang. Mentally straightening my clothes, I answered. Luckily, I was basically required to sit there slackjawed saying "ok", "yes" and "great" over and over again. It was over in about 4 minutes, despite the advertised 10.

We discussed (or rather, SHE discussed and I agreed in a polite sort of way):

* My flight (I'm paying for my own flight so I can pick up a few hundred extra dollars care of Mickey),
* My police clearance (Sue has more confidence in me getting it from our police service in time. I'm going to hedge my bets and apply early),
* My visa appointment (I can go to the local consulate as opposed to trekking up to the capital. Score),
* Most excellently, my welcome package, which is arriving some time in January by courier.

And with that, I'm off to watch a bunch of downloaded TV shows. News when I have it.

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