we're gonna make sweet educational love together.
Well. I think my feet have finally hit the ground again. On Friday I was sitting around, bitching about how I don't have a job, when the phone rings. I literally said, sarcastically, "If it's not a job offer I don't want to answer it."
Does the irony strike you?
They told me they wouldn't be calling until next week. So it totally caught me off guard that it was the principal. He said, "We've just been discussing it for the past hour, and we'd like to offer you the job." At that point, it's all a little fuzzy. I accepted, of course. I would have been a moron to even string them along. He said, "We'll be in touch", I think he could tell I was a little stunned. I hung up the phone, and then screamed, and then me and Dan hugged and jumped around for a good five minutes.
Then I called everyone and their mother to tell them the good news.
I still don't really believe it. This is a dream job. The school is excellent, the principal and faculty are amazing, the pay is better than I ever would have hoped for. And, it is in St. Paul. This isn't how it's supposed to happen. I'm supposed to wait until August to pick up a crap job, and it's not supposed to pay well, and then I'm supposed to work my way up to the job that I now have. Somehow I missed a few steps in there.
I really shouldn't be surprised. Looking back on it, after I left the interview, I somehow knew that I had it. I pride myself on my intuition, but this is something more. It just FITS. Even better than the other schools I interview. Something about it just says that this is where I'm meant to be, right now. And honestly? I deserve it. I'm not even being cocky, everyone deserves this awesome feeling of having the job that is perfect for me. And I never should have doubted what my professors, advisors and mentors told me - I am a GOOD TEACHER. I am trained in the latest models and methods. I know how to manage a classroom. I am highly qualified. I'm not gonna leave any children behind (supposedly. j/k, GW). I shouldn't have doubted it for a minute.
It's nice to finally say something positive, since I've been pissing and moaning for a month. No more of that. I have the job of my dreams.
Does the irony strike you?
They told me they wouldn't be calling until next week. So it totally caught me off guard that it was the principal. He said, "We've just been discussing it for the past hour, and we'd like to offer you the job." At that point, it's all a little fuzzy. I accepted, of course. I would have been a moron to even string them along. He said, "We'll be in touch", I think he could tell I was a little stunned. I hung up the phone, and then screamed, and then me and Dan hugged and jumped around for a good five minutes.
Then I called everyone and their mother to tell them the good news.
I still don't really believe it. This is a dream job. The school is excellent, the principal and faculty are amazing, the pay is better than I ever would have hoped for. And, it is in St. Paul. This isn't how it's supposed to happen. I'm supposed to wait until August to pick up a crap job, and it's not supposed to pay well, and then I'm supposed to work my way up to the job that I now have. Somehow I missed a few steps in there.
I really shouldn't be surprised. Looking back on it, after I left the interview, I somehow knew that I had it. I pride myself on my intuition, but this is something more. It just FITS. Even better than the other schools I interview. Something about it just says that this is where I'm meant to be, right now. And honestly? I deserve it. I'm not even being cocky, everyone deserves this awesome feeling of having the job that is perfect for me. And I never should have doubted what my professors, advisors and mentors told me - I am a GOOD TEACHER. I am trained in the latest models and methods. I know how to manage a classroom. I am highly qualified. I'm not gonna leave any children behind (supposedly. j/k, GW). I shouldn't have doubted it for a minute.
It's nice to finally say something positive, since I've been pissing and moaning for a month. No more of that. I have the job of my dreams.