Vancouver, Jobs, Etc.

Oct 29, 2009

I'm back from Vancouver and things went great. I won't know for a few weeks whether I've got the job or not, but at this point, I'm thrilled either way. If nothing else, I got a few great weekends in Vancouver, and I can say that I was one of only 13 to make it to the final interview stage out of 230 people.

I suppose you are wondering what ever became of my current job. I told my boss that I had a personal commitment and was unable to attend the training session in Toronto. Unsatisfied with this excuse, she probed until I finally gave in and told her that I had another interview. Initially she was quite upset and explained that the company required more dependable, permanent employees. I was told that I'd have to resign. The next day, she called me back, saying that until they'd found a replacement for me, I could continue working. It's been 2 weeks now and I haven't heard anything else. I'm going to continue going to the office until told to do otherwise.

Saturday morning I woke up bright and early (5 am to be exact... yuck!) to head to the airport. Ryan was sweet enough to drag himself out of bed and drive me to Calgary. He walked me to the security entrance, we kissed goodbye, and I told him how much I'd miss him as I headed for the metal detectors and he headed for his car. I boarded my plane, giddy as usual. I love flying! When I'd safely landed, I sent him a text message to let him know I'd arrived. As I was waiting for my luggage beside the baggage carousels, Ryan sent me a text message saying "Welcome Home, Tim Horton's". The fact that I was standing in front of a sign that said just that struck me as odd, but I shrugged it off as coincidence. I had told him about that sign the last time that I was in Vancouver. Even more strange was his next text message... "Here come the bags!". The carousel had just started. I started to get suspicious when I saw my bag and checked my phone to see "There it is!". Okay, did he have somebody spying on me?! I subtly looked around the airport, grabbed my bag, and headed for the taxi lineup. Just as I was about the head out the door, I was approached by a ridiculously dressed man that I soon recognized as my boyfriend, in cognito. I was stunned, and extremely confused. How did he get here?! Turns out that after he dropped me off, he rushed to his car, moved it to Park and Jet, shaved his face, and put on a disguise outfit. He then ran back inside, hurried through security, and nearly missed the plane. He'd been on the same flight all along, sitting in row 1 while I was in row 22, completely oblivious. He has the entire thing on video. It was a great surprise, I couldn't have been more happy. We spent the weekend together, and it was great to have him for support as I prepared for the big interview.

2 more (sappy) life goals checked off:

1. Kiss somebody in an airport.
2. Watch the sunset over the ocean with my boyfriend.
How romantic.
Ryan took this photo of us, because he rocks. <3


Julie said...

That is so sweet!

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