I missed a phone call from my union. The battery on my phone had died and while I plugged it in to recharge, I neglected to actually turn the phone on again. The I got busy with simultaneously canning apple butter, making yoghourt, and brewing espresso, and the phone was the farthest thing from my mind.
So I missed out on a job.
It was only an hour or so later that I got the message and called back the union dude who runs the job list. “Did I miss it? Am I too late?” I asked. The dude told me he was sorry, but yes, I’d missed the chance.
Overall, I’m frustrated with myself, because I should have been more diligent, should have kept my phone on.
On the other hand… Well. If I wanted to, I could find a ton of excuses as to why it’s good that I didn’t get the job, so it’s probably better if I don’t spend too much time dwelling on it. Ambivalence, FTW! One thing I will say right now is just that the position being offered was with the biggest electrical contractors in town, and I’d really prefer to go to the shipyards instead.
On that topic, I’m watching the news reports like a hawk, waiting on the government’s decision on the federal shipbuilding contracts this September. How ridiculous is that… Or rather, how revealing of the changes to my life since entering the trades! Previously, my only comment on millions of dollars spent on naval infrastructure would have been to rant about the government’s misplaced priorities and to reiterate my own anti-militarization stance. Now, I’m all like, “I WANT A JOB!” And I’d be likely to get one, if the west coast shipbuilding conglomerate wins their bid. I’m still critical of the war machine, don’t get me wrong… But I also am pretty damn pragmatic, especially these days.