In support of delusions all the same
Thank you for asking, but no, I am not going to Australia. I am not going to work and live on the islands of the Great Barrier Reef. And yes, I too am floored by the audacity of this rejection at the hands of the tourism council of Queensland. I simply cannot understand their blasé willingness to pass on the incredible opportunity of me.
This is not me, snorkeling in the crystalline waters of the Great Barrier Reef.
I know, it’s hard to comprehend. I also believed myself to be the ideal candidate for the best job in the world. With my zest for life, my Oscar worthy video application and my astonishing capacity for rhyme, I had all but packed my bags when I heard the shocking news: I was not chosen to assume the responsibilities of island caretaker in the Great Barrier Reef.
As it turns out I will not be whisking my family away for six blissful months of life in the land down under.
And though my musings were sure to be well-informed, witty and succinct, I will not be paid unfathomable sums to write about the adventures I would have had on the island and frolicking about in the surrounding waters.
My children will not grow bronzed beneath the southern sun as they forge friendships with the brilliantly colored creatures beneath the sea.
I am disappointed. Of course I am. I am still clicking around on the website, for pete’s sake, scanning it for the clue that will elucidate the massive error in judgment that has me sitting here in suburbia while someone else, most likely this singing and dancing Canadian, lives out my life’s dream.
What am I doing here? I look so much cuter in my mask and snorkel.
Ah well, it was a blast while it lasted. And even if it did only play out in the fantastical theater of my head, it was a damn good show. And just so you know, I’m still a big fan of obsessions. They come in handy for someone who favors life with her head in the clouds over sunnier shores.
Sure, I’m disappointed, but it’s alright. It’s to be expected from time to time when you’re delusional.
Besides, my perfect island is out there, somewhere. I just need to find it.
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My snorkel was packed and I was ready to go! The Queensland Tourism council has no idea how much they screwed up by passing on the ideal candidate.
I, for one, cry for the Great Barrier Reef. Without you as Lorax, its prospects are dim. On to the next great escaptist fantasy! I look forward to cheering you on!
“It was a blast while it lasted”…I think you summed it up there. It would NOT have been a blast had you not. You’re the only person I know that applied for this and it was fun and exciting and great to dream. I know that you wouldv’e done great and even though they didn’t know it, I’m glad that you took us all on this vicarious ride.
It is truly their loss. I am sorry for your sadness. Hang in there my friend.
cheers to finding your perfect island. xo
I am so sorry! Their loss, really.
Oh, the wrongness of it all! We too had visions of you and yours (and ours) all snorkeling and swimming and loving the reef life. Queensland will never know how good it could have been! Keep dreaming – now that you have mastered perfect bread anything is possible!
I was all set to vote for you! It is definitely their loss. Please keep us posted on finding your perfect island. XOXO
Still cannot understand how they could make such an error. You had my vote. GP-M
Aw, sorry you didn’t get to escape to island paradise for 6mths! It looks dreamy for sure, but what’s cool about dreams is that they are free so you don’t have to stop, and you never know, one of them could actually come true snorkel, sunshine, and blue seas included.