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Authors: Rachel Hanna
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I didn't lose any of them with that, or with the target industries culled from state-level economic wish lists. I used the Power Point for them, not for me, and I didn't refer to notes.
Or think about my father and that dream, that I couldn't be trusted with fiduciary duties.
Or about Rick, who hadn't called or texted. He wasn't supposed to be part of the equation anyway. This just made everything easier.
I didn't expect to hear back for weeks. In Vegas it would certainly be that way. I'd been prepared to deal with the wait. There was a week with Sunny first, and during that I wasn't going to waste time brooding.
I didn't have to. They asked me to excuse them at the end of the presentation, after Q&A which had gone on forever, and they huddled in another small room off the conference room, where I could see but not hear them. Reminded me a little of bullies at school, the way they'd group together and discuss what antisocial thing they should do next.
This wasn't high school, though, and what they chose to do at the end of their conference was hire me.
"We were pretty sure," Jared said, walking me out. There'd been an offer of lunch but I wanted to get on to Roswell and see Sunny. "Part of the point of the visit is just whether you'd do it."
I blinked. We were walking through an atrium I hadn't even noticed on my way in. I'd been more nervous than I thought. "Were there candidates who weren't willing to come out?" I couldn't imagine.
"Oh, sure. One from South Carolina. Not like he had to come far. That was for a different job. For yours there was someone from California who chose not to travel unless guaranteed a job."
We were standing at the front entrance then, the sun blinding off the snow which here was thin and sparse, melting off dark and concrete surfaces and hiding in shadows. I tried and failed to imagine refusing to travel when it came to something I really wanted. That added up to refusing to go for what you wanted.
Fears and phobias or not, I couldn't imagine it.
I took my leave of Jared and drove to Sunny's house.
"You're here!"
Sunny burst out the front door before I got the passenger door open to grab my stuff. We threw our arms around each other right there on the sidewalk, already starting the fast, insane, nonstop chatter that would continue until I got back on the airplane in another four days. Tiny, honey blond, athletic, grinning, she led me into the house, dragging my carry-on.
I carried the messenger bag. It seemed like good luck now. I wasn't about to jinx anything.
"Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!" she demanded as we whirled into the kitchen so she could start slicing lemons for the iced tea. There was no snow in Sunny's town, and the spring day was moderate.
I couldn't wait. I put down the laptop bag and said, "I got the job!"
When I'm home in Vegas and Sunny is in Roswell, GA, we talk on the phone at least once a week. Because when Sunny got married and moved we were both insanely busy, and since that hasn't really stopped, we talk at midnight usually. That way her twins are in bed for the night and so, usually, is her husband. For me, it means my work day and workout are both behind me.
Even though the next morning sucks, there are nights we don't stop talking before three a.m. Mutual friends, my sister and Sun's husband, they've all at some point asked what we can possibly find to talk about for three hours. It's like they'd accept a smaller amount of time given over to Caffeinated Midnight, the two of us thousands of miles apart drinking our latest favorite beverage. Neither of us has really made a lot of attempt to explain. It's the same way we can spend four days together and not run out of things to talk about.
So for the next four days after my snow jam and hiring at City of Hanlin Economic Development we talked about my moving to Georgia so we'd be neighbors again and about the move and logistics thereof. We talked about books, and favorite authors, and
Or think about my father and that dream, that I couldn't be trusted with fiduciary duties.
Or about Rick, who hadn't called or texted. He wasn't supposed to be part of the equation anyway. This just made everything easier.
I didn't expect to hear back for weeks. In Vegas it would certainly be that way. I'd been prepared to deal with the wait. There was a week with Sunny first, and during that I wasn't going to waste time brooding.
I didn't have to. They asked me to excuse them at the end of the presentation, after Q&A which had gone on forever, and they huddled in another small room off the conference room, where I could see but not hear them. Reminded me a little of bullies at school, the way they'd group together and discuss what antisocial thing they should do next.
This wasn't high school, though, and what they chose to do at the end of their conference was hire me.
"We were pretty sure," Jared said, walking me out. There'd been an offer of lunch but I wanted to get on to Roswell and see Sunny. "Part of the point of the visit is just whether you'd do it."
I blinked. We were walking through an atrium I hadn't even noticed on my way in. I'd been more nervous than I thought. "Were there candidates who weren't willing to come out?" I couldn't imagine.
"Oh, sure. One from South Carolina. Not like he had to come far. That was for a different job. For yours there was someone from California who chose not to travel unless guaranteed a job."
We were standing at the front entrance then, the sun blinding off the snow which here was thin and sparse, melting off dark and concrete surfaces and hiding in shadows. I tried and failed to imagine refusing to travel when it came to something I really wanted. That added up to refusing to go for what you wanted.
Fears and phobias or not, I couldn't imagine it.
I took my leave of Jared and drove to Sunny's house.
"You're here!"
Sunny burst out the front door before I got the passenger door open to grab my stuff. We threw our arms around each other right there on the sidewalk, already starting the fast, insane, nonstop chatter that would continue until I got back on the airplane in another four days. Tiny, honey blond, athletic, grinning, she led me into the house, dragging my carry-on.
I carried the messenger bag. It seemed like good luck now. I wasn't about to jinx anything.
"Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!" she demanded as we whirled into the kitchen so she could start slicing lemons for the iced tea. There was no snow in Sunny's town, and the spring day was moderate.
I couldn't wait. I put down the laptop bag and said, "I got the job!"
When I'm home in Vegas and Sunny is in Roswell, GA, we talk on the phone at least once a week. Because when Sunny got married and moved we were both insanely busy, and since that hasn't really stopped, we talk at midnight usually. That way her twins are in bed for the night and so, usually, is her husband. For me, it means my work day and workout are both behind me.
Even though the next morning sucks, there are nights we don't stop talking before three a.m. Mutual friends, my sister and Sun's husband, they've all at some point asked what we can possibly find to talk about for three hours. It's like they'd accept a smaller amount of time given over to Caffeinated Midnight, the two of us thousands of miles apart drinking our latest favorite beverage. Neither of us has really made a lot of attempt to explain. It's the same way we can spend four days together and not run out of things to talk about.
So for the next four days after my snow jam and hiring at City of Hanlin Economic Development we talked about my moving to Georgia so we'd be neighbors again and about the move and logistics thereof. We talked about books, and favorite authors, and
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