Midweek Confessions

It's that time again y'all.  And as, always, definitely go check out E at www.emyselfandi.com, because she's adorable and there's a whole link to other Midweek Confessors for your viewing pleasure.

1. I hate doing laundry.  Hate hate hate it.  Always have.  I tend to either (a) put it off until I have no more suitable options or (b) wash it, wait 2 days, fold it, wait until I need to do laundry again, put it away.  It drives my husband crazy. It drove him so crazy that instead of doing our laundry, I do mine, and he does his.  It drove my parents crazy.  It's something I just can't seem to change.  For example, 2 weekends ago, I started doing laundry, and ran out of time.  I left the dirty whites in a pile in our bedroom.  They are still there

2. I misplaced my glasses on today.  The ones I can't legally drive without.  I dug up an old pair that I keep in the bottom of my glove box.  I, in my frustration, worried that maybe my husband accidentally threw them away when he was taking out the trash.  I still haven't found them

3. I am ready for a snow day.  Not in the, I can't wait for winter way, because I hate the cold.  In the, I really need a break from my kids and work way.  We have a 2 hr early dismissal on Friday, which is great except that we have staff development.  We don't get to go home early.

How's your week going?

Changes

Can you believe it, but D & I have been married for almost an entire year.  Seriously.  That's like, incredible to me.

And in that year, things have been a little different for me professionally.  This time last year, I was confident that I would find another full time, in the classroom, teaching job.  Very confident.

Then came July.  I got married.  I applied for what felt like a bazillion non-relevant positions, and one teaching job.  I was asked to consider coaching a JV volleyball team 30 minutes away.  I interviewed for ONE teaching job, that was part time, within that school's district.  Turns out, it was for the ONE high school social studies course I haven't taught yet.  I didn't get the job.  I didn't take the coaching position.  I took another one, with a local community college.

Then came August.  I found a teaching job!!! Well...sort of...  I was asked to become a homebound teacher with a local district.  (Find more about that job here.)  This has been a great experience, with awesome students, with a fantastic supervisor, with at BEST 1/2 of the take home pay I'm accustomed to (and at worst, didn't cover the full 4 wheeler payment one month.)

In December, I quit the coaching job, which offered up more opportunities to tack on more students, leading to the better paychecks.  Awesome for the wallet, and the relationship with the hubby since I could see him more and more.

In January, I was notified by several former colleagues that a school I have taught at previously was going to have an opening!  I immediately contacted the principal in excitement.  I continued to contact him monthly.  At the same time, I applied for an opening in my current school district.  (That one, I'll go ahead and tell you, I never even got an email about, much less an interview.  In questioning the principal later about why I maybe didn't get an interview, he answered in a nutshell, "We had a lot of applicants.  I don't remember anything about you."  Only nicer, and more politically correct)

In May, I was notified of a coaching opening in the same district as the former school (and about 15 minutes closer to my house).  I interviewed there, was asked to consider teaching Special Ed, and asked to notify them of my decision The. Next. Day.  In what seemed a brilliant stroke of luck, I secured an interview that next day with the school I'd been in touch with for weeks.  The interview: teach the same subject I taught there before. YAY.  Notified the school that was interested in me coaching of my new interview, and told them I would definitely want to coach there if I got the teaching job.

Cut to 3 weeks later.  No notification from the school with the Social Studies job. The coaching job went to someone else.  No prospect for summer work.  I get notified, unofficially, from someone who technically wasn't supposed to know, that I didn't get the job, after nearly 6 months of corresponding with the principal about returning to my former position.  I sobbed.  I sobbed again when I got the official notice 2 weeks later.

Cut to the present: my homebound supervisor gave me some part time summer work (like, way part time, like at MAX if there are no absences from anyone I'll get 16 hrs per week.  It's day 1 and I'm already down 3.75 hrs.)

So I'm starting a temp office job.  That's right, a temporary, answerthephonesandmakecopies, office job.  And I am very grateful for it, because I will have steady employment that I can depend on.  Also, it will allow me to continue to work with the homebound students, even after the school year has started.  And I'm pretty stoked.  I bought a few new shirts.  The first new clothes I've bought in 2013.  I told you, I'm stoked.

Oh, and also:

 I have a Social Studies interview in TWO days.

So fingers crossed for that one!!!!