The finding of the job is infinitely more complicated when your husband is also employed by the same job giver. You would think this would make it easier but you would be wrong because the Foreign Service believes that if two countries sound like they might be close to each other, they think it will be OK to split you apart and make you serve in two different places. And then you find yourself saying things like "I realize that Colombia and Gambia do rhyme and they are both near the equator, but they are on different continents and there is an ocean in between and I would prefer not to have cross an ocean to go to a parent-teacher conference because that is really hard to do over lunch."
Then of course, the children all want a say in where you will go next, and their criteria are things like they saw a cartoon about it, or it is fun to say, or there is great shopping. (Actually that last one I think should be part of the calculation.) So their picks are Abu Dhabi (fun to say and might be a character in Harry Potter,) Madagascar (always followed with "she likes to move it, move it,) and Bangkok, Thailand. Thailand would be great because of the food and shopping, but it doesn't fit into my criteria of being small, out of the way, where I would be in charge, and nobody cares about, and no one ever visits. So we will see. The list is out and we are jumping right into the bidding. Let the begging begin!
Having to work on bidding has not made my day stellar, but I did manage to buy some new shoes. So all in all, it could have been way worse, and certainly wasn't as bad as this guy who led police on a chase in a Smart Car!
You would think, having bought a Smart Car, that he would be a little more intelligent, but no, he honestly thought he might outrun the police, and then led them to his front yard! So thank you, Smart Car owner, for making me feel so much more intelligent.