I didn't get the job.
They didn't even grace me with a phone call. Just a letter saying something about how there were so many highly qualified applicants etc. etc.
So now I'm here for another year, which isn't so bad because I really do like this school and my colleagues and my principal.
However, no matter how much I tried not to get my hopes up that I would get the job and we would be moving to (quieter, slower, less thumpy-thumpy) Oregon this summer, I had, and now I'm feeling rather let down.
My mother put it very well, that obviously the Universe has something Much Better in store for me. So instead of being Eeyore I should be a little more Pollyanna.
Yet, HARUMPH, I say! HARUMPH!!!!
