Yesterday, as we got back to the rig after our tour of the North Unit of Theodore Roosevelt National Park, my cell phone rang. By the time I found my fanny pack and dug out the phone, I had missed a call from Arizona. I figured it was just another one of those junk calls about a home security system to keep from being robbed that I’ve gotten lately. I just ignored it.
After we had finished visiting the South Unit today, I noticed that I not only had missed another call from Arizona, but that they had left a message. I listened to my voice mail, and here was the message: “You have passed your drug test, and will now be a chef at the Radisson Hotel at the Phoenix Airport!” What the heck??
“And by the way, could you report for work tomorrow at 6 a.m. ?” They also wanted me to call them back as soon as I got the message. I planned to call them, but first I had to make up my mind about how I was going to get to Phoenix so fast. Wise guy that he is, Kurt said he thought I got the offer because I watch so many food programs. I would also have to change my name to ‘Chef Leonard’.
I eventually called them back, and spoke to a young lady with a most pleasant sense of humor. After I explained the situation to her, and that I was a little old lady in North Dakota at the moment, she jokingly said, “Does that mean you are not going to work for us?” I told her two things. First of all I just wasn’t sure how I was going to get there unless they sent a jet for me, and I’m a good cook, but didn’t think I qualified to be their chef even with a good drug test. What a hoot! I hope Chef Leonard, whoever he is, gets the phone message.
Tomorrow is a travel day for us. My plan is to drive around 325 miles to Columbus, Montana. Very unusual for me to drive that far in one day, but I’m hoping to qualify for the PDD Silver Medal status…
I’m too lazy to post about today’s visit to the South Unit, but I’ll do that later. I will leave you with a little preview, though.
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy