The fish people called me and asked me if I could fly out on Saturday morning. It was Thursday and the flight was departing from Washington- the other side of the country. I had already made plans for the weekend and none of them consisted of how to get to Washington with no money. I didn’t think too much before applying. The job posting was so enticing: a short application process (except a 54 question survey), I would start work immediately, and they would take care of the flight lodging and meals! The only catch was I had to fly out of either Seattle, WA or Anchorage, AK. Daydreaming, I put the Seattle-Tacoma International airport as my home address so they would at least consider me. A few days later a woman called from Washington with poor service: “I’m not going to sugar coat anything…. its grueling work, bring…*inaudible*….extra eyeglasses, it rains a lot, you might…*inaudible*…bring extra medication, and don’t expect to communicate with the rest of the world.”
I wondered how much critical information I missed and if my last days would be spent in a salmon sweat factory. Ultimately, I sent an email the next day explaining it wasn’t realistic but I would try again next year. I was sad I couldn’t go. It made me wonder if this is the time of life I finally surrender to boredom. My therapist says surrender is more spiritual, and that it sounded more like resignation. I agree, I really wanted to go to Alaska.