It’s pretty much a given that if your brother-in-law calls to tell you that he was thinking about you in the shower, the conversation that follows is not going to be the same old, same old.
“I was thinking about you in my shower, Loralee, and I had an idea. And ideas in my shower are never wrong. I have come to the conclusion that you are the only one that can help me and the sherpa.”
Now, if you are anything like me, you are probably thinking, “HUH????”
Have any of you ever heard of a sherpa?
Because I hadn’t until today.
Basically, the sherpa people (Preferred spelling is with lower case lettering) are indigenous to Nepal in the high Himalayas. It basically translates into “East People”. The term “sherpa” is applied to an elite group of expert mountain guides that are take people on expeditions. They must be top notch in terms of physical endurance, knowledge of the local terrain and are extremely adept at high altitudes. You do not have to be an ethnic sherpa to be a sherpa, though many are.
I know what you’re thinking. What the freak do Nepalese mountain guides have to do with a stay-at-home mom who lives in Utah and has the muscle tone of head cheese and the endurance of a three-toed sloth?
I wondered the same thing.
My brother-in-law has a company that my husband consults for quite a bit. It handles high-end technical support and web design. In addition to that, my brother-in-law is also partner in a company called, “SuperSherpas”.
Two of the most famous sherpa founded it with other partners and they are relocating their families to America. (They’re in Wikipedia for the most treks up Everest and the fastest run up Everest. Meet Apa and Lhakpa) They not only guide expeditions to Mount Everest and other treks through the Himalayas, but they also sell various outdoor gear and merchandise made in Nepal. They also divert a percentage of proceeds to a charitable organization that will help children from their region get an education.
All of this is totally fascinating, but I still, even with my glorious imagination, could not come up with any fathomable reason as to how I could be involved in the information that he was telling me. You know, because of the aforementioned SAHM three-toed sloth made of head cheese thing.
“My company is designing and setting up their website and we’re having a problem. We do the technical coding, but that is just the bare bones of a good website. It needs good content. Nobody has time to write everything that needs to be written. I need someone who can immerse and obsess about Nepal and sherpa, Appa and Lhakpa and the company and put all that information onto the site so that it is user friendly and makes sense.”
“So…You need someone who digs research, who can totally obsess, write good content, and can be completely, and utterly a big techno-dork that still cannot grasp WordPress plugins and shuts down the power of San Bernardino when I try to play with my template?”
“Yes, that is basically it.”
“I am SO your girl.”
“That’s what I already figured out. You know, in my shower. Which is never wrong.”
The best part about this is that if I can pull this off well? They’ll hire me to do other projects. As in, real jobs. For my weird little set of skills. Do you know how bizarre it is for ME to actually feel and be useful? It is blowing my mind. I could write and get PAID? Awesome.
Plus, part of the compensation is free web design (Which I need) and possibly a trip to Nepal at cost. Hey, my 10th anniversary is coming up next year, although I’ve never really pictured myself as hanging out in the Himalayas before (Although, I did really dig the film, “The Golden Child“. Eddie Murphy cracks me up: “Nepal!” N-E-P-A-L! WOO HOO!”…Um…You’d have to see it.)
I have a 2 o’clock meeting at their company to meet with the other owners and to start getting a feel for what they are looking for. Part of me is scared shitless. I’ve never DONE this before. On the other hand? You know when you just KNOW that you can do something?
Yah, baby. I have that feeling.
Wish me luck.