So I sent off my one and only job application for a physics teaching job in Kazakhstan of all places. Did I think I would be asked to interview? Did I know enough A-level Physics? Did I want the job in Kazakhstan?
I didn’t think at all, I didn’t need to, it was only an application not a lifetime commitment with legal contract.
A few weeks later I was asked for a Skype interview. Again I thought, Why not? Did I think I would be offered the job? Did I know enough A-level Physics? Did I want the job in Kazakhstan?
Again, I didn’t think much, I didn’t need to it was only an interview not a lifetime commitment with legal contract.
I could interview, then, if they didn’t offer me the job I was no worse off, If they did offer me the job I could still say no, or, I could say yes, but I would have to interview to get those options, and I like options.
I gave another spectacular interview, this time sat on my boat with Margot climbing on me.
And on this occasion they did offer me the job.
Only one question was left, did I want the job in Kazakhstan? See how I saved myself so much worry and work by not thinking about things, now most of the questions had answered themselves without my interference.
But did I want the job in Kazakhstan?
This one I did think about. I was given 24 hours to accept the offer.
I did not accept their offer in 24 hours, after all I had barely thought about the possibility of actually getting the job. Instead I sent them a perfectly reasonable holding email as follows:
Sorry for the delay in replying. Before I can accept I need to check a few logistics at my end concerning my dog and home. I hope to be able to give a firm response early next week. I may have some questions before then, I hope that is OK.
I read the contract, it was a 1 year contract initially, the contact hours were well balanced with non contact hours, the holidays were good, the pay was great, plus there was a relocation package and accommodation and utilities paid, 2 return flights a year also paid. It seemed like a very good deal but I had questions.
My questions were as follows:
- What does a typical timetable look like?
I was emailed a fairly unintelligible one in Russian or Kazakh, I’m not sure which.
- Can I bring my dog? (very important)
They will negotiate with the landlord.
- Is there a bath? (extremely important)
Maybe a bath, maybe a shower.
- Are there cooking facilities? ( I don’t like cooking but it’s good to know)
Apartments are equipped with basic cooking facilities and the relocation allowance should cover anything else required.
- What is the notice period if things are not working out at either end? (I like to have an escape plan in place before committing to anything)
1 month notice.
With a 1 month notice period (read escape plan), the ability to bring my dog and the possibility of a bath I thought as usual, Why not!
Approximately 102 hours after being given 24 hours to accept the job, I finally accepted the job!
15 hours later I am informed the landlords do not allow pets. I am now to reconfirm my acceptance of the job in light of this recent development.
I decide to spend the week trying to find dog friendly accommodation in the city for myself before confirming. I fail at this and so I decline the job. I had between myself and God decided that Margot was my non-negotiable, If God didn’t want me to go to Kazakhstan then this was his way to stop me.
So that was that. I bet you thought I was going to Kazakhstan. That that would be an adventure worth writing about as opposed to turning down my one and only job offer. But hey ho, that’s what happened.