So, two major things: I got a job! I'm going to be a Web Services Officer at the University of Tasmania. This means I'll be updating and testing the website, managing social media, and sometimes asking people if they've tried turning it off and on again. Pay and conditions are the most excellent I've ever had, there's a free state-of-the-art gym (which I seriously need, having quit my gym for financial reasons) and they encourage staff development, so my lust for taking courses will finally be given some satisfaction.
I have no idea when I start. It seems they're shuffling around a lot of staff right now and trying to get us all on at once, so the process is taking a while. Am hoping to hear back from HR within the next week or two.
Now, the Antarctica thing: I found a job opportunity that Joe is perfectly qualified for: radio comms operator... in Antarctica. He's formerly of Airforce intelligence, the radio ops part, so he meets every single selection criteria the Antarctica position lists. The only problem is that it's a six-month posting. And there are no holidays from Antarctica: once you're there, you bloody well stay there until the shipping channels open again.
So. I'd be solo in Tasmania for six months while Joe worked in Antarctica, and I don't have much of a support network here yet. I'd also have to move closer to town, which means finding somewhere affordable that'll allow cats (and/or sharehousing...). Those are the downsides.
The upsides are that it's the opportunity of a lifetime - who wouldn't want to work in Antarctica for six months? What an adventure! It's suited to Joe, who is aspie and likes being around small groups of familiar people rather than encountering large numbers of strangers. He amuses himself indoors well and he's a total nerd for science.
And the pay is, well, a massive upside. He lives there rent-free, all food is included, and the pay $56k per year, plus superannuation, plus a $50k allowance per year. So after one six-month stint he'd return with fifty thousand dollars in the bank which, in this part of Tasmania, is a large chunk of a house.
It's a bit of a no-brainer: objectively, he should go for it. However, I'm apprehensive about the idea of being here alone for six months. What would you do?