Scared
I'm really scared about tomorrow. I have to go to my boss and ask him if there is a job for me in the autumn. I'm terrified that he will say no. Maybe I should have tried to ask him on Friday, but I just wanted to go home then.
I got a call from another school here in this town and the headmaster asked me to come and talk to them on Wednesday. That would be great news, except she wanted me to bring papers that I'm qualified as a teacher. I haven't got those papers yet. I don't know what they will say or what I will say to them.
To complicate matters further, someone called me on my mobile from a school in Gävle, late Friday afternoon, but hung up before I could answer. Tonight they tried again on my home telephone. I pretended I wasn't home but they will definitely try again tomorrow. I don't know what to say to them. I don't want to move back up north.
I don't know if I can sleep with all the butterflies in my stomach. Why am I so silly? I'm supposed to be a smart, well-educated woman, but my selfconfidence is lousy.
Nate died on Six Feet Under tonight. I knew it was going to happen, but I thought he would die in the last episode. I used to have such a crush on him the first season. That's a long time ago now. I used to live with my boyfriend Per and hated if he disturbed me when I was watching Six Feet Under. No arguments about the channels anymore, that's one advantage of living alone.