validation
I can't post this on FB because I have too many professional type contacts on there. So maybe I'll just keep this LJ for my secret stuff, as I intended in 2002 when I started this journal.
There was good news in the casa on Friday, I got the job offer that I have been waiting for since July. The money isn't good but the opportunities are endless. Opportunity tops cash for me right now. Not because I'll actually follow through on everything but because since I moved here I've needed something to keep me moving forward and away from Ohio with the house that isn't selling and the 15 year old who isn't living with me and the job that I had there which sucked a bit of my soul away. Then my Mom, who at age 79 can't quite get over her jealousy of me which is extra strange because I have no idea what she is jealous of! And I have mo kids here who have kept me busy with their school and making friends and all of the things that kids do but when I was left with myself I felt like I had a sack of problems and that was it. Of course, the rejections from employers was a big bummer. I have applied for a little over a hundred jobs, had five interviews which netted me two job offers.
Enough. I will be working with really smart women, one who does annual relief work in Cape Town every summer. So here is the live of the charmed poor: my husband may end up in North Africa all next summer doing a summer fulbright and I may end up a month in South Africa assisting a professor and her research. Happy ending. And it may be next summer--who the hell knows? On a day-to-day basis life is getting better because I am close enough to walk to work, and commuting around here is a bitch. And I hired a sweet, compassionate student to work with my daughter after school. Nice!
Things are on the horizon that never were before. And this past week I was contacted about starting an improv workshop for a university theater department. I am giddy over the thought of teaching improv twice a week and working with college kids. I have written an eight week course several times now and have planned for this opportunity for years.
We are actually starting to be a pretty disgustingly functional family. We joined the YMCA here which is really pretty swanky. It's a six floor facility with almost everything we could need. My son said "hey, they don't even care that we aren't Christians..." I don't know about that son but they will take our money anyway. Because I can't hear anymore, it's pretty dangerous for me to ride my bike on the streets but I can ride the stationary bikes, no problem. In fact I rode 40 miles already this week. I still get shut down by most of the 60 year old men in the cardio room. I'm a big fat tub of goo but I can slowly change that.
My man is at a conference at Georgetown for the next three days. boo.
There was good news in the casa on Friday, I got the job offer that I have been waiting for since July. The money isn't good but the opportunities are endless. Opportunity tops cash for me right now. Not because I'll actually follow through on everything but because since I moved here I've needed something to keep me moving forward and away from Ohio with the house that isn't selling and the 15 year old who isn't living with me and the job that I had there which sucked a bit of my soul away. Then my Mom, who at age 79 can't quite get over her jealousy of me which is extra strange because I have no idea what she is jealous of! And I have mo kids here who have kept me busy with their school and making friends and all of the things that kids do but when I was left with myself I felt like I had a sack of problems and that was it. Of course, the rejections from employers was a big bummer. I have applied for a little over a hundred jobs, had five interviews which netted me two job offers.
Enough. I will be working with really smart women, one who does annual relief work in Cape Town every summer. So here is the live of the charmed poor: my husband may end up in North Africa all next summer doing a summer fulbright and I may end up a month in South Africa assisting a professor and her research. Happy ending. And it may be next summer--who the hell knows? On a day-to-day basis life is getting better because I am close enough to walk to work, and commuting around here is a bitch. And I hired a sweet, compassionate student to work with my daughter after school. Nice!
Things are on the horizon that never were before. And this past week I was contacted about starting an improv workshop for a university theater department. I am giddy over the thought of teaching improv twice a week and working with college kids. I have written an eight week course several times now and have planned for this opportunity for years.
We are actually starting to be a pretty disgustingly functional family. We joined the YMCA here which is really pretty swanky. It's a six floor facility with almost everything we could need. My son said "hey, they don't even care that we aren't Christians..." I don't know about that son but they will take our money anyway. Because I can't hear anymore, it's pretty dangerous for me to ride my bike on the streets but I can ride the stationary bikes, no problem. In fact I rode 40 miles already this week. I still get shut down by most of the 60 year old men in the cardio room. I'm a big fat tub of goo but I can slowly change that.
My man is at a conference at Georgetown for the next three days. boo.