So here’s what happened.
Clearly, I was agitated. I wanted to DO something and in a large way. I decided to move out of the country….
I applied for a job, I waited and waited as you often do; when four days seems like four months due to the anticipation. I received an e-mail back! It said something along the lines of, “We received a blank form from someone at this e-mail address. Would it be possible that you are using an Apple computer? We are behind the times (ahem, I added that…) and we are not Mac compatible. Please resubmit your (3 page essay style….) application from a PC. Thanks!”
No, that would not be happening at all. I instantly thought, not the job for me. I’ll figure something else out. The problem was I now had it in my head that I WOULD be moving out of the country. I just had to find a way to do it. Enter my friend, Brandon Willett. Brandon had recently called asking if I could be a reference for a job he was applying for in Japan. He was also a manager for Chili’s, this is actually how we met. Long long ago when we both waited tables, B became one of my best friends. I said of course, slap my name down there, and didn’t really think anything else about it. At some point, it entered my mind. Wait a second here. Why could I not do that? As I talked to him about it more, I realized, I absolutely can do that. BUT. Of course there’s a but. I decided I didn’t want to hone in on his plans with his wife of less than a year. Being the third wheel for a day or two at a time is one thing, we were talking two years.
Time went on and I finally found out that Brando did actually get the job – and not only that, he was being promoted to GM in Japan. I could deal with tricycle world if there was the possibility of working for Brandon. In the same conversation, I asked him to please send me the recruiters information so I could throw my name out there for an assistant position at Brandon’s store in Sasebo, Japan.
And of course, things never work out as easily as they should. I did get offered a job – but not they job I expected. I was told they would be delighted to have me – at a Macaroni Grill in Okinawa. Insert geography lesson here. Japan is an island, yes? Well Okinawa is an island south of the mainland; about 60 miles long and 12 miles wide at the widest point. Of course, shooting myself in the foot, I had said I would probably not accept anything unless I would be near Brandon and Jewell, the only two people I would know in Japan. At least I never said that to the recruiter – I accepted his offer immediately. I was moving across the world.
And there you have it, the story on how this came about. Details that came later: I would train in Dallas for 3 months, errrr, change that to Houston for 2 1/2 months making it 6 day work weeks. I would leave in mid-December if not after the holidays. Wait, scratch that too, I’m leaving November 30.
Times, they are a changing people and this is no joke. If you want to see me before I leave, make it quick. Like, real quick.