ugh
Okay so I am being a taught a lesson by fate and I just have to hold on and make it through this. I have been subbing at this one school and I love (and I do mean LOVE) it there and they are expanding and I would really REALLY like to get a permanent position there for next year. They called me to apply and I did and I am trying everyday to focus on the positive outcome that I want and all that.
Con is looking pretty good this year. I was putting together some training stuff for people new and not so new to review with Martha/Simone and all was chugging right along. We expanded out upper level group to include a few more of you more helpful and long standing members (though I would have included a couple of others, but all in all expanding is good) and we may be able to do more next year. Also, it gives us a minimum number of hours that each staff member must work to stay on staff and stay at their level and I am thrilled with that.
This year has been okay: sometimes scary, usually I hate AMC and subbing in general, but I've written a full Nanowrimo novel and a Script Frenzy play and there's more to come, I'm sure of it. Then...
My one year old computer (with all the training stuff I'd created thus far for Con and the stuff that I've written so far on it) DIED. Seriously, one minute it is working and I'm unplugging it to take it with me to a Con meeting and when I get there... nothing, dead and overheating. I wanted to scream.
And part of me is this voice telling me to remember to be grateful and knows that things will all work out the way they are supposed to and part of me wants to smash that voice with a hammer. And I have all these great people who are jumping out of the woodwork to help and... Gosh is it a good thing that I don't carry a hammer.
Any way, the application process for the school closes on Friday and I'm planning to pop down there, give them some stuff, thank them for calling me about the position, and remind them that I am the right choice for the job. Life would just be so much easier if I knew what the next step was. If I get it then I can plan and if I don't than I can figure out what to do next. Here I am in Limbo, waiting for my life to begin. And I know that that is the wrong thing to do, but I'm just not sure what the right thing is. Yes, I do I'm just not looking forward to doing it.
Thus, ugh
Con is looking pretty good this year. I was putting together some training stuff for people new and not so new to review with Martha/Simone and all was chugging right along. We expanded out upper level group to include a few more of you more helpful and long standing members (though I would have included a couple of others, but all in all expanding is good) and we may be able to do more next year. Also, it gives us a minimum number of hours that each staff member must work to stay on staff and stay at their level and I am thrilled with that.
This year has been okay: sometimes scary, usually I hate AMC and subbing in general, but I've written a full Nanowrimo novel and a Script Frenzy play and there's more to come, I'm sure of it. Then...
My one year old computer (with all the training stuff I'd created thus far for Con and the stuff that I've written so far on it) DIED. Seriously, one minute it is working and I'm unplugging it to take it with me to a Con meeting and when I get there... nothing, dead and overheating. I wanted to scream.
And part of me is this voice telling me to remember to be grateful and knows that things will all work out the way they are supposed to and part of me wants to smash that voice with a hammer. And I have all these great people who are jumping out of the woodwork to help and... Gosh is it a good thing that I don't carry a hammer.
Any way, the application process for the school closes on Friday and I'm planning to pop down there, give them some stuff, thank them for calling me about the position, and remind them that I am the right choice for the job. Life would just be so much easier if I knew what the next step was. If I get it then I can plan and if I don't than I can figure out what to do next. Here I am in Limbo, waiting for my life to begin. And I know that that is the wrong thing to do, but I'm just not sure what the right thing is. Yes, I do I'm just not looking forward to doing it.
Thus, ugh