When we lived in American Fork, Jeremy worked briefly for the National Guard in Draper, teaching Arabic. The contract paid just enough money for him to buy an Apple Powerbook. We thought that was the end of the relationship.
This morning, more than three years later, Jeremy got an email from his former boss. He offered Jeremy a job working in Iraq as a linguist. Starting yearly salary? $120,000, tax-free.
It's not every day an offer like that shows up in your inbox.
The weird thing is that part of me thinks that would be so exciting (for Jeremy, and for me vicariously). A friend of ours is in Iraq right now with a similar job. That's him, between General Patreus and the Iraqi PM.
(Does the above picture remind anyone else of this one? Or is that just me?)
Sadly, I think we'll have to turn down the job. But if we change our minds, at least we'll be in the neighborhood. We fly to Jordan tonight!*
My Adventures in Jordan.
*Actually, we fly to New York City tonight. And then we fly to Jordan from there.