It feels so real
So there is exactly one topic of conversation in the Bob household....the upcoming interview.
Clothing has been discussed, teeth are being whitened, suits are being cleaned, lists of eqipment have been drawn up, flights booked and much twitching interspersed with "I don't really want this job anyhow" and "what the hell should Bob do?". Friends (now profs) have been emailed for advice and possible interview questions.
Today Mr Bob got the salary and benefits descriptions. It's not bad, slightly more that I make now (if we ignore that pesky exchange rate) and almost exactly half as much as he would make in an industrial job.
Of course with an industrial job, the hours are much less, so that's no fun.
There is a good reason we want this. I'm sure I'll figure out what is is soon.
Money is for wimps

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The scenery?
Oh schnookie, just thinking about it makes me melt.
Our living room is full of photos of home, my computer background is a pic of victoria.
It is so beautiful there, it makes my heart happy.
The poutine?
Do Canadian research journals let you say "eh" in your aricles? That's reason enough for me.
There actually isn't any good poutine on the West Coast. I have to visit Coco for that.
We can say "eh" in our talks and noone will laugh.
I've never been to Vancouver Island. I have been to Whistler (DH's sister lives there). I remember driving up to Pemberton and looking around and thinking that I had never ever seen any place so beautiful. It truly is a paradise over there.
*sobs with longing*
Who is this, and what have you done with Bob?
I've forgotten, are you travelling with MrBob?
Are there peeps to meet?
I've always gone for the money. That's why I spent 7 years in our Data Center going from 3rd, to 2nd, to 1st, and back again. Oh, and we had weird days off, like Wednesday & Thursday. But I bought a new car with the raise.
Bob has a heart?
I will not be travelling with Mr Bob. I'm rather busy with work and I know he'd rather be alone for this anyway. It's also over a thousand for the plane fare (they pay for him of course).
We'll go out at christmas.
Oh and Coco- You're smelly and your mom dresses you funny.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that, Coco.
I meant to say
Oh and Coco- Your smelly and you're mom dresses you funny.
*hugs Bob with the intesity of an octopus*
Victoria is all beautiful and stuff, and the climate is great, but it's so darn small! And contains only one dream job so far.
You could both get nice high paying industry jobs in Seattle or somewhere close and then buy a vacation house on Vancouver Island along with your regular house.
I like money. It's way better than not-money.
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