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So, I had an entertaining day today at the job fair. Got a couple of seminars, yawn, and then .. oh boy. They had Air Force and Navy Reserves (the weekend warriors!) recruiters out there, one of whom knew my sailor boy from way back when. Which was kind of amusing. He teased the recruiter for a bit and then, oh joy of joys, asked how hard it would be for me to get a position as a linguist. I then promptly got told that since I had a degree I would qualify for officer candidacy, officer school, that kind of thing, and that I could become a something something involving the word crypto something interpretor translator something.
Whoa.
Cut.
Freeze camera, hold it right there. Back the truck up.
Me? Navy? CryptoTech Interpreter? Navy? Working with all that high-clearance stuff, translating transmissions? Navy? What the hell would I do in the Navy? Dumb question, since they just told me what I'd do in the Navy. But I spent the next couple hours agonizing over it. They spent a good five, ten minutes giving me the spiel and trying to recruit me. Everyone who's known me for more than a couple months knows why. For those of you who don't (as I suddenly realize that that's not that many of you out there) I speak three languages fluently, and another .. well, conversationally. Which is to say I can hold a conversation in it. Apparently this is a cherished talent in the Navy. Who knew?
I don't know. On the one hand... Navy. Money. At least some money. Good stuff. Doing good... well, interesting things... *glares at just about everyone involved in the assigning and deployment of troops these days* On the other hand.. Navy. Yessir, nossir, going to obscure places and having to shoot people and get shot at for reasons I may or may not agree with. Boot camp *twitch* and getting up at 4 in the bloody morning. Running, jumping, standing still. Situps, pushups, fifteen minute meals, getting yelled at by officers. Saluting. And, oh, let's not forget Navy Blue's wonderfully amusing factoid that three female Navy recruits get raped per.. class? Whatever the grouping is.
I don't know. I think I've decided not to, but damn it's still eerily tempting. White uniforms, dogbowl hats, being an officer, putting these bizarre langauges I enjoy learning to good use, being useful. Being valuable.
Ah, screw it. If the recruiter calls, I'll debate it agian. Till then... I dunno. Maybe I'll just go find a teaching position somewhere.
At any rate.. posted another chapter of the LXG fic and the Matrix fic. Still working on both of them, and I need to post another chapter of the 13 Ghosts fic. Need to call some more temp agencies tomorrow... I should reeeaaally sell my damn magic cards. Need to... what else do I need to do. E-mail people about the werewolf game as soon as people settle down and figure out whose game is going on when and were. Although now that all the big cons are over it should be okay.
Yay is for having a kitten. Gretchen-kitty makes it all better.
Whoa.
Cut.
Freeze camera, hold it right there. Back the truck up.
Me? Navy? CryptoTech Interpreter? Navy? Working with all that high-clearance stuff, translating transmissions? Navy? What the hell would I do in the Navy? Dumb question, since they just told me what I'd do in the Navy. But I spent the next couple hours agonizing over it. They spent a good five, ten minutes giving me the spiel and trying to recruit me. Everyone who's known me for more than a couple months knows why. For those of you who don't (as I suddenly realize that that's not that many of you out there) I speak three languages fluently, and another .. well, conversationally. Which is to say I can hold a conversation in it. Apparently this is a cherished talent in the Navy. Who knew?
I don't know. On the one hand... Navy. Money. At least some money. Good stuff. Doing good... well, interesting things... *glares at just about everyone involved in the assigning and deployment of troops these days* On the other hand.. Navy. Yessir, nossir, going to obscure places and having to shoot people and get shot at for reasons I may or may not agree with. Boot camp *twitch* and getting up at 4 in the bloody morning. Running, jumping, standing still. Situps, pushups, fifteen minute meals, getting yelled at by officers. Saluting. And, oh, let's not forget Navy Blue's wonderfully amusing factoid that three female Navy recruits get raped per.. class? Whatever the grouping is.
I don't know. I think I've decided not to, but damn it's still eerily tempting. White uniforms, dogbowl hats, being an officer, putting these bizarre langauges I enjoy learning to good use, being useful. Being valuable.
Ah, screw it. If the recruiter calls, I'll debate it agian. Till then... I dunno. Maybe I'll just go find a teaching position somewhere.
At any rate.. posted another chapter of the LXG fic and the Matrix fic. Still working on both of them, and I need to post another chapter of the 13 Ghosts fic. Need to call some more temp agencies tomorrow... I should reeeaaally sell my damn magic cards. Need to... what else do I need to do. E-mail people about the werewolf game as soon as people settle down and figure out whose game is going on when and were. Although now that all the big cons are over it should be okay.
Yay is for having a kitten. Gretchen-kitty makes it all better.
