Every few years, Gene forwards me an email from upper management about jobs that need to be filled… remember the time he wanted to go work for a data center in Afghanistan?
This time it’s an account where we’d live in either Washington DC or….
Hmm, some city I think I flew over once… Chicago? Noo…. ended in “polis”….
Minneapolis? No, that’s not right…
Now I remember:
Indianapolis.
(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
I don’t have my hopes up (about 50 things would have to happen for us to be able to move to Indiana, including selling our house in Cheesecake City) but I’m on realtor.com browsing…just for fun, of course.
(Edited to add…Googled “Client Name Indianapolis” and it seems the client site is next to where my mother works.)
(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
(It’s “The Odd Couple Goes to Work”!)
Here’s the second best part: the job also requires that one spend half their time in Somewheresville, England.