Hi! Here is my weird chore this afternoon. My husband has a job interview with a mining company up in Ft. McMurray, Canada (almost in the Northwest Territories). He made reservations over Travelocity, who called us to confirm the address to mail the tickets while I was outside with the dog.
Their switchboard is overloaded, so I am typing this while I have an earpiece in and am on hold (20 minutes and counting) in order to confirm the address.
I am not thrilled by this interview, as I am quite satisfied with the job he has here. He does love mining, however. So I gave my blessing to the trip. I hope I made the right decision.
AACK! Jane, you CAN'T move to Canada! I just knew your husband was exposed to too much James Bond. THIS is proof!!