I got a visit from the Department of State today… And I greeted them with my usual side door ambush of “Can I HELP you??!?” cause I don’t take kindly to people ringing my doorbell when I’m trying to work.
It would seem that my ex-husband either has or is going for a job that requires a clearance. Mind you, I’ve not seen or spoken to him in over 7 years, so from the get-go I didn’t exactly feel like my input should matter given that a) there was no physical abuse, b) no monetary addictions, c) no active plans to overthrow the government in a violent manner, and d) he’s 7 years more grown up by now - and I’m quite sure at the age of 42 I’ll be quite different from the gal I am now, and I expect no different from him. Though I will admit that the first words out of my mouth were, “Wait, he’s got a REAL JOB?!!?” Followed by, “Feel free to mark me down as the snarky ex-wife.” (What can I say - the job he had the last time we spoke was 32 hours a week, 8 of which were playing golf.)
Shit, what the hell am I supposed to say? I did say he was “a decent guy, but a lousy first husband” and I clarified by saying it was simply because he was too young at the time. (I know they discount bitter sounding comments from ex’s - we’re ex’s for a reason.) I wouldn’t date him again, but shit, I’d trust him with national secrets, especially since he has more to lose now than he did when I knew him.
I’ll fully admit that there is part of me that wants to hunt down his current address and drop him a note saying, “Don’t worry - I never mentioned the cross-dessing!”
He was by no means a perfect person, nor am I - otherwise we’d still be hitched. But hell, give him the clearance - he’ll do just fine.
Just odd to have that part of my life that I thought was totally and completely behind me crop up on me when I would have never expected it.
And DoS - if you’re reading - I didn’t lie about anything today - it was just weird.
December 13th, 2007 - 5:02 am
for my job up here, I had to get a clearance… I load and unload military cargo trucks, and sometimes planes, using high dollar forklifts, but what I find strange, is that I never see any of the cargo I offload, except for the packing crates…
I never know what I’m transporting from one point to another… and I’ve been told to never ask !
they drilled my background really deep, and I’m proud to say, I’m 100 percent fit and legal !!!
which makes for a great candidate for hubby number 2 !!!
December 13th, 2007 - 9:00 am
“Don’t worry - I never mentioned the cross-dessing!â€
That’s funny.
December 13th, 2007 - 1:08 pm
While I was in the midst of my divorce a DIS investigator called my house looking for the X. I really wanted to talk to him in detail, but my lawyer had already advised me not to when I wanted to to get an IG and Waste, Fraud, and Abuse on her for legitimate reasons. The investigator never called me back, so I never did say anything. It made things a bit cleaner, but I’d have loved to see her get nailed for some of the stuff I know she was doing in the months leading up to her departure.