I Would Have Gotten Away With It, If It Weren’t For Those Meddling Kids!

I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh, I saw the photograph

The Beatles

Beach in Greece

This is a beach on the island of Kephalonia. We were there 4 years ago. Sigh.

A few months ago, Jepeto  was reading the newspaper and shared with me an interesting tidbit from the business section. Air Transat was looking to hire a paid vacationer for 12 months. Basically, the chosen candidate would be sent to a different, glorious location every month for 2 weeks. They would video themselves participating in different, glorious activities. Then they would blog about it. In between vacations, they would work in Air Transat’s marketing department. The company, along with footing the bill for air fare, hotel, food, drink and excursions, was offering to pay the lucky person 40K for the year.

Needless to say, I wanted the job.

I told a friend about it, and she was extremely encouraging. She would help me with the video submission Air Transat was asking all potential candidates to submit. We brainstormed. We came up with some different, glorious ideas. This job was made for me! I love to travel, to blog, I have a marketing background, I’m stupid and reckless enough to try things like bungee jumping off a cliff in Mexico into a glass of water, and I have absolutely no reason not to travel for 180+ days of the year, no responsibilities, nothing keeping me home.

Shit. Realistically, there was no way I would be able to travel that much and leave Jepeto to deal with all the responsiblities, which really just means the kids. We’re a team. Divide the team and the kids will conquer us before you could say “Tequila por favor!”. C’mon, you saw what the little one did to the cat!

Needless to say, I didn’t apply for the job.

Today, because I’m a masochist, I finally checked out Air Transat’s website to see who they had hired. Besides the fact that she got the job, I hate Kate McKenna because she’s 23, blonde and described as “enthusiastic, confident, with keen wit and sense of humour”.

Well, Kate, you may be all that but I’ll tell you what I’ve got that you don’t. Jepeto. Uh huh, that’s right. Jepeto. So, just mull on that while you are sipping Margaritas on a beach in Mexico in January. There will always be another dream job, but there won’t always be another Jepeto.


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