I applied for a cool looking job at Compassion International recently. Michele wrote me an awesome letter of recommendation (she knows the big kahuna there). And I wrote a kick-ass story for the part of the application called “Statement of Faith.”

But I haven’t heard back from them. Apparently, they got lots of applicants.

Back when my family lived in Colorado Springs, my Sunday school teacher at the church we attended was a guy named Al. He always had an interesting lesson and truly employed the Socratic method. I think it’s been the only time in my life when I couldn’t wait to get out of bed on a Sunday morning. Unfortunately, we alternatively hyperactive and sullen teenagers started to drive him nuts, and he quit being de facto youth group leader to protect his sanity. Anyway, Al worked at Compassion. So I looked him up, see if I could get an edge on the inside.

Al doesn’t work there anymore. He’s started up his own consulting firm, helping organizations gather and enable volunteers. So I wrote him an e-mail and sent him a copy of my resume (because that’s what I do these days, send out as many random resumes as I can). He was excited to hear from me and told me he was passing my credentials on to a client of his.

Well, today his client gave me a call…the head of the fairly new volunteer wing of a major organization, to be exact. He is looking for someone to mind the organizational aspects of the program, freeing him up to do the fancy talking. It’s doing stuff that I would enjoy and that I’ve got experience with. It sounds perfect. He asked me what my minimum salary requirements were, and I told him $25,000/yr., and he said this position would pay 24-30, depending on experience (more money than I’ve ever made, to be sure). He’s a USAFA grad and thought it was cool my husband teaches people how to fly. He’s also got nieces and nephews who attended Wings Like Eagles. He told me their names, and I recognized them. Then he said that he was going over HR’s head to contact me, and we were going to have to pretend like this phone call never happened. The position would have to be posted inhouse for a week or so, then I would have to apply through the human resources department. He would call me back in a week to let me know what to do next.

So I’m very excited. Even if it doesn’t work out, it’s still very encouraging to get a call like that, from someone who’s never met me but seems really willing to hire me. I just have to tell Michele and Duncan my days with them might be numbered.

Speaking of which, Duncan handed me a company checkbook and a huge file of bank statements and deposit slips today. The earliest date on them is 1996. I started entering them into an Excel spreadsheet… because I know how to use Excel now!

But I may have to hurry.

Actual Fact: In 1936, Adolf Hitler declared Mickey Mouse to be an enemy of the state in Nazi Germany.