I applied for an archeology job at Monticello today. Monticello, as in
Thomas Jefferson's mansion in Virginia. It's only a temporary position, another phase I survey, but it would be beyond awesome to actually do work someplace with a known potential for Grand Historical Discoveries. Given the state of the economy right now, I'm sure the ad is going to attract more qualified applicants than a dead elephant would scavengers in the middle of a desert, but hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, you know?
The really interesting part of it is that if I would get on the crew, I'd kinda have to relocate to Virginia
for real, because the job doesn't come with paid lodging or per diem. This is not a problem, as I have archaeology-type friends a mere half an hour from Monticello whose doors are open for me, job or not (incidentally, they too are applying to ad). I mentioned this all to my mom, who got rather amusingly thrilled at the prospect of me moving out
for real.
I have nothing but realistic expectations of my probably-not-going-to-get-it-ness, but... *squees quietly anyway*