No easy way to say it...
Um. Right. So.
I didn't get it.
I don't feel like talking about it. I'm mostly done crying, though the urge does still pop up, however sporadically. I'm trying to read this as the universe telling me to get on with my tea shop, but I just love teaching so much. And I'm good at it. (I'm suspecting they got someone either with more high school teaching experience, or who actually specializes in American literature, since that's what the position was for, and my specialty is British.)
So... yeah. Yesterday was not what you'd call a red-letter day.
Today, however, we're going to see Pirates, and there has been talk of going out to dinner afterward so I may drown my sorrows in something fermented and very, very potent. And there are very few sorrows that Cap'n Jack and rum cannot soothe.
I did, however, get an interesting and... eerily apropos horoscope this morning:
Pisces: You are emerging from a small funk. Things are looking up for you now.
I'm not sure I'd agree with the "small funk" part of it, as I've been in a funk for about two weeks now (this news just happened to be the pinnacle), but if things are going to start looking up, I'm certainly not going to complain.
EDIT: OMGWTF. PIRATES. ASDFJK; JACK. JACK. JACK. DO ME, JACK. OMG. WILL. WILL. WIIIIIILL. OMG. EVERYONE. PIRATES. ASDJFKASDJFK;LASDKJ;A
So, yeah. There is no sorrow Jack Sparrow can't soothe.
I didn't get it.
I don't feel like talking about it. I'm mostly done crying, though the urge does still pop up, however sporadically. I'm trying to read this as the universe telling me to get on with my tea shop, but I just love teaching so much. And I'm good at it. (I'm suspecting they got someone either with more high school teaching experience, or who actually specializes in American literature, since that's what the position was for, and my specialty is British.)
So... yeah. Yesterday was not what you'd call a red-letter day.
Today, however, we're going to see Pirates, and there has been talk of going out to dinner afterward so I may drown my sorrows in something fermented and very, very potent. And there are very few sorrows that Cap'n Jack and rum cannot soothe.
I did, however, get an interesting and... eerily apropos horoscope this morning:
Pisces: You are emerging from a small funk. Things are looking up for you now.
I'm not sure I'd agree with the "small funk" part of it, as I've been in a funk for about two weeks now (this news just happened to be the pinnacle), but if things are going to start looking up, I'm certainly not going to complain.
EDIT: OMGWTF. PIRATES. ASDFJK; JACK. JACK. JACK. DO ME, JACK. OMG. WILL. WILL. WIIIIIILL. OMG. EVERYONE. PIRATES. ASDJFKASDJFK;LASDKJ;A
So, yeah. There is no sorrow Jack Sparrow can't soothe.