Saturday, July 10, 2010

Argh.

All week long, I was trying to concentrate hard on what was right in front of me-- the kids, the lake, my lovely extended family. However, in spite of my best efforts, there has been the unrelenting nag of the not knowing where we're going in the back of my head.

For better of worse, Beaver Lake is a tiny community and most people who are at all interested have some idea of what's going on in your life. So, of course, I am asked "the question" at least once a day.

"We'll know this Friday," I've said with confidence on multiple occasions this week.

That really kept me sane-- the whole "we'll know on Friday" routine.

Then Friday came around.

Stefan, god bless him, has been in the fiery inferno that is Northern Virginia while the girls and I have been enjoying the lake. So, I expected him to call some time late yesterday morning with the big news. My blackberry was glued to my hand at all times. We were assigned while all the CDO's (Career Development Officers are responsible for assigning posts) were on the 154th A-100 class retreat on Thursday and it made sense that Stefan's CDO would call as soon as she was able. That wasn't soon enough. Stefan called her around 10AM.

That phone call proved to be a major set back for the Whitney family (at least in the immediate) because she revealed that she's not in a position to tell us our post until FLAG DAY! Mother f-er. Seriously? OMG. WTF!!! God-damned bureaucracy! This normally calm, collected, roll-with-the-punches mother of two is starting to really lose her f-ing mind.

"I can tell you that you did get one of your "highs," however," she told Stefan sheepishly.

Of course, I can't tell you any more than that... until Flag Day. We were completely inflexible this time around and we only bid 6 jobs "high." Those six jobs are in 4 cities. Those 4 cities are among the best and most beautiful in the world. The good news: we got one of our highs. The bad news: it's starting to feel like we're never know where we're going.

2 comments:

  1. i feel your pain. but i'm glad you know it's one of your highs!

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