Today (yesterday - posting this a day late) was my first full day back at work since Elias was born. It was busy - a typical day.
For dinner, Josey organized a group of people for an "April Birthdays Dinner" at the Blue Frog, and it was great. Truly. It reminded me of almost seven years ago when we had dinner with a group of friends (Gangwires, Whipples, Carlsons, and Ashleys) for my birthday, right before moving from PA to WY. Then, like now, it was a good time, full of laughter and faces that will be missed in a few short weeks.
But perhaps the most memorable portion of the day came at the hands of a job application. Since Christmas, I've been applying for jobs all across the mountain states with little, ahem, I mean no success. Recently I stumbled across an adjunct English position for a small college in Wyoming. When I scrolled down, trying to understand the expectations and minimal requirements for the job, I found this section:
My friend thinks an IT guy is testing if anyone actually reads through the posting. Maybe. Maybe not. I really have no idea what they mean by any of it, but it doesn't matter because I submitted my application. A brother needs to work!
IF YOU'VE SUBSCRIBED IN THE PAST MONTH OR SO
PLEASE (scroll to bottom) AND DO SO AGAIN!
There was an (ahem) operations error and it didn't go through (sorry about that).
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