Alright, so you’re asking about Canary Island airports, or at least, that’s the topic on my mind today. I’ve got a bit of a story about that, a personal “practice” session, if you will, though not the kind you might expect. It’s not about flying or holidays, not directly anyway.
I’ve always seen pictures of those airports, you know? Planes lined up, sun shining, palm trees nearby. Looks like a dream, especially when you’re stuck somewhere cold. And I once thought, “Hey, maybe I could actually be a part of that.” Not as a pilot, nothing that fancy. Just… involved.
So, a while back, I was browsing online, looking for a change, and I stumbled upon this job opening. It was for one of the airports in the Canaries. I won’t say which one, doesn’t really matter, but it was one of the busier ones. The job was something like operations support, helping things run smoothly behind the scenes. Sounded decent, right? A foot in the door, a bit of sunshine.
I figured, what the heck, let’s give it a shot. Polished up my CV, wrote a cover letter, the whole nine yards. Sent it off into the digital void. Didn’t expect much, to be honest. These things are usually a long shot.
But then, surprise! I actually got a reply. An actual human response. They seemed interested. Asked for a bit more info, maybe a quick preliminary chat. I thought, “Okay, this is moving!” I started to imagine it, you know? Swapping my dreary routine for something a bit more… well, sunny.
So what happened then?
Well, this is where my “practice” really began. The practice of patience, and maybe deciphering corporate silence. After that initial flurry, things just… slowed down. To a halt, pretty much. My follow-up emails? Sent into a black hole. The contact person? Vanished. It was like talking to a wall.
It wasn’t an outright “no, thanks.” That would have been fine. Understandable. It was the not knowing. The “almost.” It was super weird. I remember checking the job portal, and here’s the kicker:
- First, the application status just said “in progress” for ages.
- Then, one day, the job listing itself? Poof. Gone.
- No explanation, no “sorry, position filled,” no nothing.
It was like the whole thing was a mirage. Did I dream it? Nope, I had the email chain to prove it. It was a proper exercise in getting your hopes up just a tiny bit, only to have them quietly deflated without a sound. It’s funny, in a way. You expect big organizations to have, I don’t know, processes? Closure?
My best guess? Maybe they hired internally. Maybe the budget got cut. Maybe the person handling it went on a very long holiday and forgot. Who knows! But it taught me a bit about how things can be, even in places that look all shiny and efficient from the outside. It’s all just people, and sometimes people are… complicated. Or systems are. Or both.
So yeah, my big Canary Island airport adventure was me, sending emails, and then… crickets. Not quite the exciting international career move I’d idly daydreamed about. But hey, every experience is a practice for something, right? This one was good practice in just shrugging and moving on. And it makes for a slightly odd story to tell, I suppose.
