The Day of the Jackhole

The Day of the Jackhole

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2001. One way ticket to ride.

September 14, 2011

“Hey, I have something to tell you.”

It’s a Friday and I’m calling my Dad to tell him something that he won’t be expecting.

When I ask what he’s doing right now, he tells me he’s standing in the creek fixing a flood gate and in the theater of my mind, I can see him. I’ve seen him do this before. It’s comforting, in a way.

“I got a new job,” I say, and he says that he didn’t even know I was looking. I don’t have the heart to tell him that I’ve had five interviews with this company and it’s been going on for 4 months. Because the next part of the conversation is what’s making me nervous.

Slight pause.

“It’s in Singapore.”

The news gets worse before it gets better.

“They wanted me to start on Monday, but I told them I need at least a week to organize things.”

We talk. It’s a load off my mind, but I’m freaking out pretty hard. So much to do in so little time. I have to move all my stuff from Melbourne. I have to say goodbye to friends and families and accents and home.

I have to move to Singapore.

“I’ll suppose I’d better tell your mother.”

Dads are great.


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