With just a month before the start of the season, my interview process seemed to drag on. I asked myself:
"Do I even want this?"
"Am I capable?"
"How many times can I be told I'm not the ideal fit?"
But still, I endured. I was asked about my physical abilities and limitations. "Can you carry a fifty pound raft over your shoulder for a mile?" "Do you do CrossFit?"
I was tested on safety scenarios. "What happens if a client falls out of your jetboat into the river?"
We talked about the discomfort and remoteness of spending four months in Alaska. "Mail once a week...maybe." "Wifi at the lodge...maybe." "It's cold, wet, and miserable most days."
And I prayed constantly - that if this wasn't right for me, I would be handed some sort of sign.
I was sure any day I would receive a text thanking me for my interest, but that the decision was made to select someone else. And that was ok with me. At this point I was running out of time, and I just wanted an answer.
And - finally - I got just that.
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