It Don't Gitmo Better!

Since everything moved so quickly, and I went from "unemployed" to "out of the country" in under two weeks, many of you are still wondering what happened. So, here it is... the latest of the many crazy stories that make up my life:
I attended a job fair at the end of January. While there, I met quite a few people who were looking for someone like me (i.e. an analyst, who is willing to go anywhere at a moment's notice, and particularly wants to go to Iraq or Afghanistan). One contract company that stood out to me was one with an open position in GTMO. I had actually not considered Guantanamo Bay prior to that, but when he told me about what the position entailed, it sounded ideal. I gave him a copy of my resume and he gave me his business card so I send it him an electronic version. I got home an hour later, got online to send out my resume to handful of email addresses I had collected at the job fair. All the business cards were right where I left them (in the folder I had with me) except for the one for the GTMO position. I was really upset about it, but after trying several different ways off getting the recruiter's contact info, I gave up and assumed it was just not meant to be. In the meantime, I was talking to a contract company that wanted to send me to Iraq, and I was scheduling interviews with some of the other companies. The snow storm delayed two of the interviews, so the week after all the snow, I had interviews almost every day. That Thursday morning, just before heading off to one of the interviews, the company, whose business card I had lost, called me!!! I was totally shocked. They asked me to come it on Friday to talk about the position in GTMO. Friday morning , before I left, I was offered the Iraq position. I still continued on my way. Despite being an hour late for the interview (due to the lovely traffic in this area) I was offered the job on the spot, and I promptly accepted. When I returned home that afternoon, I was offered the job from Thursday's interview, which I turned down (btw, I also turned down the Iraq position that afternoon). I stayed up until 0300 that night (or morning) packing up my stuff. I continued packing until Tuesday night. With much help from a couple of friends, I got all my earthly belongings into a Budget truck and off I went. Everything is being stored in my Mom's garage. And I will be down in the Caribbean for the next year with 4 card board boxes filled with clothes (think xerox paper size), a suit case, my electric guitar, and an amp (got all the important things covered!). =) That's pretty much it - oh, and then I was offered a position in Afghanistan that Saturday (I'm telling you, when it rains, it POURS!!!).

I will try to keep y'all updated... it will all depend on connectivity and the amount of free time I have to blog.