Wednesday, December 06, 2006
The HOLY COW Jumped Over the Moon
I'm sorry, Brew, but I had to blog this:
I was outside hanging Christmas lights after Wed night class tonight after the boys had gone to bed, when my wife sticks her head out the back door and says, "Josh, NASA just emailed and they want you to work for them..."
I asked her to repeat what she'd just said. She said it again and I asked if it was a joke or SP@M or something...
"Nope, this guy emailed you for real."
I finished up the lights and walked in, still not sure about how real this email was. When I got to the computer, there it was:
I came across your resume in our database and wanted to reach out to you to see if you are open to relocation to Huntsville, AL. We have a position working with NASA as an instructional design consultant that I thought you might be an excellent fit for based on your background. If you are interested please let me know and I will give you a call to discuss in more detail.
Ummmm, what the heck!?!?
This is NOT a joke. This guy is serious. He works for a company called Booz Allen Hamilton who contracts to NASA among other government entities. I told him to call me to discuss it tomorrow afternoon. Only thing is, we'd have to move to Huntsville. I called my Mom and she said that if it were her, she'd HAVE to check it out. Rachel and her folks agree.
And, after all, just because I check it out doesn't mean I have to take it. Right?