Some weeks had gone by and I hadn't heard anything so I decided to contact the person who was vacating the position I applied for. Communication pathways are sometimes convoluted in large multinational organisations - it is just the nature of the beasts. Anyway, the incumbent (we will call him Michael) had been told that I was indeed the new him so it was good to know that at least my application had reached as far as it had. Despite encouraging notes from Michael I still didn't have official confirmation for some more weeks so I made a conscious decision not to be counting any chickens prematurely. Slowly but surely though I found myself reading and researching more about the job and the country, and having more email contact with Michael. When the phone call did happen it came as no real surprise, but rather just signalled a gear change in preparations to go. There followed more intense preparations, a visit to the Travel Doctor for updated vaccinations, the issue of a complete Unichem chemist shop squeezed into a 1kg bag, more forms,and a trip to Wellington for a contract signing and collection of more forms and tickets.
So the reality of what was happening was starting to dawn on us. Sleepless nights were plenty and signaled the roller coaster highs and lows of the pre-deployment 'what ifs'. Just as one half came to grips with what was happening the other half started having doubts and vice versa. With much nurturing though things eventually calmed to a point where now it is just the odd ripple that upsets the delicate equilibrium of life.
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