We’ve been sitting on some big news over here at the Edmunds house, and trying to keep this secret has forced me to zip my lips so tight that nothing else could come out either.
A few weeks ago Bear had a meeting with the regional VP of the company he’s hoping to leave to. Let’s call them “Providential.” Everything went great, he charmed them right and left, had answers to every question, and schmoozed like the champ he is.
So they leave the meeting saying, our COO will need to interview you, he should be in town by the end of September and then we’ll go from there.
Bear got an email yesterday, asking to meet this morning. September 1. A little sooner than expected, but we’re cool with that. Of course we can meet.
Bear’s all nervous, weighing our future if this job doesn’t come through, weighing the possibility of working at this promise-reneging, incompetent-promoting, bend-on-over-cause-you’ve-got-pretty-lips company for the foreseeable future. Depressing indeed.
So instead of meeting with the assorted VP’s and administrators and trainer and underlings he was expecting to meet with, it’s just him and the COO in a room. Again, Bear’s schmoozing away, putting his back into it.
He goes to make a football analogy (he’s full of those) and the COO follows up on it, yadda yadda yadda, turns out that Bear’s old football coach, the one he still regularly visits when he’s in town and who calls him “Legend” when he walks in the door, is the COO’s close personal friend.
Needless to say, he got the job.
Finally. After a year of sitting here scratching our butts waiting for this company to keep their promises that made us pay for our own move here (twice! long story!), that looked like after 6 false starts was finally going to be the career that supported us, after all the demotions and paycuts and humiliations, not to mention all the work that came before we ever got to this point, finally, on November 1st, Bear will have his dream job.
I’m already spending the money. I convinced Bear that we needed to celebrate which took the form of two books for me, a book for him, two candles for me, and two cheap playstation games for him. And in my head I’m already buying sheets and towels and new underwear. When you’ve been poor for as long as we have you make do with the boring stuff as long as you can so that when you have a couple bucks you can do something fun with it. Now, nothing sounds more fun than fresh white sheets with not a single hole in them.
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