Ray of Hope or Be Careful What You Wish For

Yesterday I woke up in a REALLY depressed mood. Jess could tell something was wrong, and when she asked I told her something to the effect of...

"It's September first. I shouldn't be struggling to find a job. I should have been hired by now. I am supposed to be up to my eyeballs in lesson plans, and you should be complaining about how busy I am and how you never get to see me anymore."

That conversation happened as we were taking a leisurely walk around the neighborhood. After this proclamation, Jess gave me a pep talk. It seemed to work, and upon returning home, I went into a mad frenzy of filling out applications, calling places that I've applied to, following up on potential job leads, the whole shebang.

(Side note: The other day I was doing a crossword and one of the clues was "The whole _______" the answer to which was "Shebang")

Well, good thing I did. Last night we were visiting my mother when my cell phone rang. The job that I interviewed for about a month ago was given to the woman who had taught my Creative Dramatics for Teachers class last summer. She in turn gave a copy of my resume to the Interim Principal at the school she was leaving. (She was leaving because they had cut her down to just under half time, after being full time just two years ago.) That same interim principal was the person on the other end of the line. I now have an interview today at 2. If it goes well, I will stick around for the school's open house night tonight, and be hired as a short-term sub for the first two weeks of school. If that goes well, I will be hired for the rest of the year. Now I have only FOUR DAYS to create my curriculum! Gah!

Be Careful What You Wish For.