Since Paul verbally accepted the job in Papua New Guinea ,
things have changed no less than twice a week. The latest is that Paul is happy
with the terms and is ready to sign a contract when the document is updated to
reflect the correct terms. We know that we will be in the U.S. for April
and May and today we began actually booking plane tickets, hotel rooms, Amtrak
tickets and fun things to do like a baseball game in the Nation’s Capital with
my best friend. But here’s the problem – we have 12 days left in our condo and
we still do not know where we will be living post training.
We have yet to call a moving company because we don’t know
what to tell them. “Hi, can you come pack up my house? Where will it go? Uhh…we
don’t really know yet.” If we don’t have any news in the next week, I think we
are just going to put everything in storage, which is crazy expensive, by the
way. Paul called one company last week that told him the rates were $790 a
month. He told the guy the rate was insane and hung up the phone..
I am hoping that our answers will be provided in the next
few days. We are supposed to be flying to PNG this evening so that we can see
the area and meet a couple people. I e-mailed a fellow blogger who seems to be
friend worthy – I won’t lie, I actually sent her an e-mail with “Be My Friend”
in the subject line. Nicola is truly rubbing off on me.
I say we are “supposed to” be flying out tonight because we
are less than two hours from our departure time and we do not yet have our
tickets. We were told yesterday that our visit had been approved by the company
and that Paul’s new boss was just awaiting ticket confirmation. We’re still
waiting.
Our bags are mostly packed and we are somewhat ready to go. If we get a call in the next 45 minutes, we will jump to grab the last-minute items, change our clothes and bolt out the door. Luckily we only live about five minutes from the airport so it won’t take long to get there. I do have a feeling, though, that the last-minute line at the ticket counter will absolutely suck.
Our bags are mostly packed and we are somewhat ready to go. If we get a call in the next 45 minutes, we will jump to grab the last-minute items, change our clothes and bolt out the door. Luckily we only live about five minutes from the airport so it won’t take long to get there. I do have a feeling, though, that the last-minute line at the ticket counter will absolutely suck.
If we don’t make it on the flight tonight, our next
opportunity will be Monday. More to come.
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