The good news: We are medically and legally cleared! We have been poked, prodded, processed and deemed fit for service.
We have a placement officer! This is the person who tells us where and when we will leave. (His name is Patrick. He works in the big D.C. office. He seems nice.)
The bad news: Patrick told us last week (the Friday before Christmas) that he would review our files this week and let us know where we're going. When I emailed today (I'm trying not to pester him too much), I got an autoreply saying he's out today.
Horrors!
The good thing: I won't spend the entire day obsessively clicking refresh on my email. It's over until Monday. (I also left a voice mail. Good thing I don't know his cell number.)
The bad thing: Three parties this weekend at which we will have to continue to deflect The Question. We'll probably revert back to our standard, "Maybe Albania."
Sigh.
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