ok, I thought of something

Remember my post this morning, when I said that I couldn't think of anything positive to close with? Well, after I wrote that I got a call from one of the principals I met at Saturday's job fair. She wants to interview me! This is the woman who represented the last school I visited, when my blood sugar was super low, my mind was filled with looming break ups, and my feet were killing me. The first thing I said to her after I introduced myself was, "Don't your feet hurt in those heels?" Which made her laugh, and we talked about footwear for a while. Then we got down to business- literacy programs, classroom management, etc. It was fine, just my normal spiel. Finally she asked me the grimace-inducing question, "Why should I hire you," which is my cue to put on a sunny smile, and sell, sell, sell myself. Instead I looked at her for a while and said, "Um, because... I'm nice. And... my feet hurt." She laughed some more, told me she liked my sense of humor, and told me to wear flats to my next interview. And what do you know? She called me. I will absolutely wear flats on Thursday.

I actually have an interview that same morning with another district, based on my weird screening interview at Friday's job fair. That one I'm pretty positive I got because I'm left-handed. Such a sophisticated process.

So even though I'm bummed beyond belief, at least the possibility of being permanently unemployed with massive loans to repay is looking a little slimmer.

And that's something. Right?