OK folks. Just had a wee bit of excitement this afternoon. Was offered a chance to apply for an internship at a gold mine in Nunavut. For those who are unfamiliar with Canada’s geography, take a look at the map below: the green arrow is about 2500 km from home. Well, from Montreal actually. I’d have to get to Montreal to catch the charter flight to the mine.
I must admit that it’s flattering that the college suggested that I’d be a candidate for the gig, considering I haven’t completed the program.
I called Reiner at work to give him the news. His initial response was, nah.
Myself, well, at first, I was torn. If I applied, I’d probably get the job. Know why I think so? Well, the job starts September 1st. As in two and a half weeks from today. I think someone left the job of replacing the incumbents to the last-minute.
And then what? I’d have to gear up for very cold weather. The contract is “4 – 6 months.” Over Christmas,and into February. Brrr.
The job is on a two-week fly in/fly out rotation. Which I think would be manageable.
The kicker is that 90% of the job would be conducted out-of-doors.
OUT of doors. As in OUTside. On the cold side of the doors.
Yeah, I don’t think so.
I’ve been a desk jockey too long.
This whole mining thing? I wonder about it, ya know?
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