It's a long shot

The Dad called me on Friday.  Not unusual, I typically hear from him a couple of times a week, and always free of the "how are you" and "how are the kids" questions most normal people ask.  The Dad, not your average father figure.  We never really had a great relationship, not until I entered my early 20's.  See, we're just far too much alike.  Type A.  Riddled with bottled up emotion.  Growing up in my parents house was kind of like living in a mine field.  It was just a question of which one of us was going explode first.  Fun times!  But hey, we're both old now, and get along far better than we used to.  The Dad Issues are a subject for another time.  Maybe.  Some things are better left unsaid.

The Dad has worked for the same manufacturing company for almost 34 years, alongside my grandfather until his retirement, and my uncle.  It's a family owned company, and they love hiring within families.  So long as the family members all work on "the floor" or "in the office", never, ever mixing the two. 

Luck has it that one of the "girls" in the office has retired, and they are looking to replace her.  The Dad has been getting to work, putting the bug in the important people's ears, that I would be a great replacement.  And I would.  I've been around this company for most of my life.  I know the products, the environment and 3/4 of the workforce.  And I know how an office works.  Great company, great benefits and complete job security.  But there's that one thing that keeps clouding a potentially great opportunity.

I've got two family members on the floor.  And I'd be in the office.

So, I won't get my hopes up, but it's a chance at something secure and familiar.  The biggest hurdle is getting the opportunity to be considered.  Fears of conflict of interest are the furthest from my mind.  I know me.  I know my work ethic. 

But, it's still a long shot.