Sean has found his dream job. Sort of.
There are only three things standing between myself and a job like this. First, it’s only open to those living in the Ottawa and Quebec regions – not good-for-nothing Westerners like myself. Second, French is a requirement and I’ve let mine atrophy to the point where I struggle with reading my old French language Asterix cartoon books. Lastly, I’m pretty sure that my sponsor in a certain 12 step program that I may or may not belong to would kick my ass into low orbit if he even thought I was serious about applying for the position.
Salary: $61,312 to $66,287. It’s a 3 – 6 month position.
Sean, don’t give up hope. We lowly Western wine connoisseurs�may yet be able to apply for the job of cleaning the spiffy new granite curbs in Ottawa.
“Excusez moi, monsieur! Permit moi to polishez les gutter pour vous!”
Truth be told, your French probably is only a vanishingly minor factor.
This sort of job has ” we know who we want already, and are just going though the legal motions” written all over it.
When the person is hired the 2 runner’s up candidates, kept for posterity in the the file in case someone does a legal follow up to check the charges of nepotism, will be a garage mechanic from Chibougamu, and and bright keen 18 year old thing from Moose Jaw, neither of who have any qualifications what so ever.