The other day, I was riding in the car with Andy's dad and he started telling me a story about when he was in high school. He was dating a girl whose father and uncle owned a construction company and, because they liked Andy's dad so well, they gave him a job in their company. He worked there all through high school and, at one point, the uncle decided that he liked Andy's dad so much that he offered to groom him to take over the company and even offered to give him enough money to buy his niece a ring.
"I wish someone would do that for Andy," I laughed. Famous last words, it turns out.
Two days later, I found out something amazing. Bob Duncan, the executive director of the Virginia Department of Game and Inland Fisheries and generosity and goodness incarnate, recommended Andy for a new job. Another friend of his, who is also apparently some kind of Richmond big whig, called the company to recommend him as well.
What are the odds? I was hoping that some miracle would come and that there would suddenly be some way that Andy could afford a ring and, miraculously, Bob Duncan intervened. Of course, Andy hasn't gotten the job yet... But it looks really promising. The company guy has called a couple of times to talk to Andy on the phone. He requested a resume, and I spent one night feverishly revising it so it could be sent in the next day. Within 2 hours of sending it, the guy called again, so I must have done a pretty good job. He has an interview on February 9th, but the way the guy has been talking to Andy, it sounds like the job is his to lose... So, basically, if he interviews well, it sounds like he's got it. He had some pretty powerful recommendations.
This job would include a pretty huge salary, benefits, a company car, etc. etc. etc. for Andy and would probably guarantee a ring for me. Andy also promised if he got the job that he would take me to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter for spring break. Yessssss.
So cross your fingers. The two dreams of my life hang on this February 9th interview.
I really feel like I should send Bob Duncan flowers or a fruit basket or something to show my gratitude, but that seems a somehow inadequate way to thank the man who may or may not have made everything I ever wanted in my life possible. I barely know the man, but he is my hero. If Andy gets this job, it makes my life immeasurably easier. Being the sole breadwinner would be extremely difficult on me---Andy has a lot of things that he would really like to become possible (boat to run charters, new house, farm, etc) and, if I'm the only one with a really decent salary, that makes it incredibly difficult. I know Andy has been very happy working for my parents, but of course there would be some things that would be lots easier if he didn't. For one thing, it would be much easier to go on family vacations because when we went it wouldn't be taking another person off of the schedule at the store. For another, my granddad wouldn't be able to call and harass him.
I'm not going to lie, my granddad's bad behavior probably served as an impetus for this life-changing decision, too. Andy wasn't even looking for a new job before my granddad decided to be a jerk. So maybe I have my granddad to thank, too. I should call him and say, "Thanks, Granddad, because you were a jerk, you are losing an awesome employee. Also, don't expect us to come around because you have offended Andy pretty deeply and he wants to avoid you. Good work." But of course, I am happy about the job. Beyond happy. I'm pretty much elated.
It's so funny how one minute I was talking about how I hoped that someone could make this possible for Andy and then, just a few days later, it really did happen. I can't help but feel like this was divine intervention---someone up there really, really, really wants me to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
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