This post is a flashback from Summer 2009, where I decided to pick up everything and leave my Summer behind for the Great Canadian North. Canada is where I ...
This post is a flashback from Summer 2009, where I decided to pick up everything and leave my Summer behind for the Great Canadian North. Canada is where I call home. It will forever be my true north, strong and free. Take a read.
In less than fifteen minutes I have agreed to pick up, ditch my summer plans, and basically move across the country to live in the abyss of the Canadian wilderness. It’s Wednesday afternoon and for some inane reason I’m walking into Cartridge World to refill the inkjets on our printer. While telling the clerk I need both cyan and black, Patti calls asking if I’d like to interview for the position of Visitor Experience at Banff National Park. Taking by surprise, I think, why not? When is it going to be scheduled? Patti replies, “I’ll interview you right now”. Ummm ok, I think to myself as I watch my cyan being filled. I get an unfriendly vibe from the ink cartridge lady so I step out on the street while Patti starts asking me questions regarding Banff National Park. It starts with the typical, what would you do in this situation? And, I have you ever stole anything from a work place. Ugh no, who admits that kind of thing? Then the interview becomes slightly odd. “If you were approached by a black bear, what would be your first response?” Let me tell you, living 15km from Detroit/Windsor border, I normally haven’t dealt with life threatening circumstances involving ½ ton wildlife in my regular commute. I carefully tell Patti that I would have to assess a wilderness manuel in order to perform the correct response. After this, I’ve lost all hope of securing the job and am just waiting on the status of my cyan. The questions gradually become more forward, When would you be able to come? Have you ever worked with the government before? Being nice, I reply that I could come out as early as next week and would love the opportunity to work with the government. I have no idea where this came from. Patti thanks me and plans on letting me know by dinnertime whether I’ve gotten the job. Hah! I think to myself that was weird. I picked up my black and cyan from Nazi cartridge lady and jump back into my car, when my cell rings. Its Patti calling; I have been accepted to work as a gate attendant in Banff National Park for the remainder of my summer. I am in complete shock! Doesn’t she know, I will probably be mauled by a grizzly based on my interview questions. So, she asks me, “are you still interested”?
From somewhere deep inside me, utters a “yes, I’ll be there by Canada Day” Hanging up, I place my hands on the steering wheel and wonder what I got myself into. Time to prepare for the all-natural, bare-all great Canadian summer!