Despite my blog’s cheery new look, my mood today simply sucks. It would seem that I’m not going to be called back for a second interview at the job I wanted so badly. The second round of interviews was scheduled for yesterday and tomorrow, and I’ve heard nothing. It would have been nice to get at least a letter, but alas, I’ve got nothing.
And so, the cheeriness that had overcome me after we booked our anniversary getaway has now fallen away, and I’m indulging in some good old fashioned self-pity. Honestly, I don’t know what all of this is going to mean. I’ve got my part-time work, and I could potentially pick up a few classes at the local colleges for the fall, but that takes me right back to the hamster wheel existence I was living until we moved here. I don’t want to do that. If it comes down to that, I’ll change careers. I just wanted to finally get compensated appropriately for teaching–to have some stability in my work. Alas, that was not meant to be.
Then there’s a small part of me that thinks maybe I’ll be pregnant soon, and I won’t have to worry what comes next in my career. It’s an indulgent thought, but it’s something I can finally entertain again. We’ll be putting an end to this break in just over a week, and with it, who knows what will come our way. I sure as hell hope it’s something good, for I’m quite bored with my own negativity, and I’m sure anyone left reading this thing is sick to death of it too.