@David: Which is when I realised that I had left the keys on the desk in the radio room, and the door had locked itself as we went out.....
It's that moment of realization that gets you. I received a frantic call from my 18-year-old son yesterday saying "Where are the spare keys to my truck?" ... he'd been to pick the dog up from the vet and -- on returning home -- had accidently locked it in his truck.
Fortunately I keep everyone's spare keys in my bedside cabinet, so there was no problem, but I could hear the panic in his voice when he first called.
@Colli: I remember some corny innuendo graffiti...
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear ... thes eare the jokes The Muppet Show refused :-)
I remember that the first year students were called "Freshers" ... the first week of the new year was called "Fresher's Week" -- during this period the older students used to say "Feel a little fresher every day!" (those little scamps)
@Karen...Hi.....it was "More by good luck than good judgement" as me old dad used to say. I used to work for a company called SITA doing airline telecomms and travelled all over the world with that. You got quite a few stories from those days when you were editing EELIFE. In this case, however , Australia was not my first choice - it's so far from anywhere else! But I wanted to get out of Zimbabwe, and the job was a really good fit for my skills, and thankfully my employer thought so too. Australia is OK, the locals are quite friendly and they speak a language not dissimilar to English, the weather is not too bad and the tucker (food) is good.
In answer to your question, I'd put it at a mixture of all three - Seredipity (I love that word) that the job came along when I was wanting one, Necessity (that I needed a job and that was the only decent offer I had, Choice (well I could have chosen to say no to it and carry on looking) plus a good dose of Luck (as illustrated by the above story). Always a good combination...
@calebkraft When I was working for TI I was flying with another employee from Boston to Greenville, SC. In the cab on the way to the airport, we were looking at our tickets (paper then!) and realized that we were both on different flights at different times. That seemed rather odd, as, really, how many flight could there be to the tiny town of Greenville SC from Boston on a given day? Closer scrunity revealed that he was booked to Greenville, SC and I was booked to Greenville, NC. Had I not been flying with him, it's likely I would have happily soared off to the wrong Greenville!
@davidashton Great story David, and happy that you didn't blow the job offer because of a silly mistake. How is it that you wound up working in such exotic places? By choice? By necessity? By seredipity?