Thank you for riding with me on the emotional rollercoaster that is my life.

 So I got a phone call yesterday afternoon...turns out the school district was having a heck of a time tracking down ANY of the principals that I have worked for. Not only have I driven most of them out of teaching, I apparently drove a few of them out of the state as well. Interestingly enough, in eight years of teaching (at only two schools!), I had no less than five different principals and only one of them is still a principal, just at a different school.

SO once I was able to point them in the right direction to track him down, they called and offered me the position. YEAH!!!! The official title is "instructional coach". Basically I will be supervising eight or nine new teachers initial educators (I need to get with the new lingo!). It's very part time - about one morning a week - so I will still have plenty of time with Little J. After being out of education for three years, the idea of actually using my rather expensive degree again is quite appealing.

Thank you for all of your words of support and your patience with my pity posts. I guess it was meant to be.

If you don't have something sympathetic to say...

 don't say anything at all.

I am all for the belief that things happen for a reason. Really. It is rather comforting to think that there is some sort of master plan and that the painful things we go through have some sort of meaning in the end.

But that doesn't mean that you have to completely forgo the understanding pat on the arm and the sympathetic "That sucks!" that lets people know that you understand their feelings.

When I tell you bad news, I don't want to hear It wasn't meant to be or It means something better is coming along. It may be true, but I want to hear Yeah, I know you really wanted that job...they were stupid to hire someone else...their loss...and, hey, let's go egg their offices!
(Just kidding - I don't condone egging of any kind.)

To me, the casually tossed out it wasn't meant to be is equivalent to telling a grieving relative They're in a better place. Might be true, but again, I don't want to hear it. Tell me you know I'm hurting, tell me that the person will be missed, but don't try to turn it into a positive thing.

So, anyways, I never did get a call about the job one way or the other....which pretty much tells me that they hired the other person. So I shall go back to soothing myself with a vente, full sugar, full fat latte and the knowledge that it wasn't meant to be.

If there is any truth to The Secret, I'm in big trouble!

 **updated below

You've heard of The Secret, right? No???? Let me summarize WI Mommy style:

You create your own opportunities with your thoughts. If you want it bad enough (and buy the book to learn how to want it in the right way), you will get it. The power of positive thinking, yada, yada, yada.

Now, don't let my sarcastic tone fool you...I am big on the power of positive thinking. I do believe that having a positive attitude shows and can even affect your health. But can I wish myself a million big ones?? I wish! He-he.

But every once in a while, that voice whispers in my ear...what if it's true??? The answer: then I am screwed!! I am the WORST at talking myself out of my own success. For example, there is this job that I want. I mean REALLY want. It's perfect for me, I'm perfect for it. I could DO this job and do it really well. So an opening came along and I applied. And immediately started preparing myself for not getting it. Wouldn't want to be too disappointed or anything, better start cushioning that blow right now.

The days went by and no call from the HR department and the voices started getting louder. Eh, the job probably wasn't THAT great anyways...the commute is a little on the long side...there isn't much room to grow in the position...blah,blah,blah. You know what? If The Secret is right, I'm in big trouble and I'd better start learning how to have a more positive attitude, like, yesterday.

But - guess what? Tonight they called me for an interview for Thursday. Which I'll probably blow do great on and they will probably laugh at hire me on the spot, right????

I survived my interview without spontaniously combusting. It was not the ideal interview at all...I wound up parking on the wrong side of the building and had to hike almost all the way around in the 95 degree heat. I think I resembled a wet noodle by the time I found an open door. I answered most of the 18 interview questions without much hesitation. I was, however, stumped by one but tried to BS my way out of it (still not sure if this was the best move). I was given a full job description on my way out, and it appears that the question I BS-ed was a pretty integral part of the job. Damn that trendy educator lingo!! It's amazing how out of touch four years in a Catholic School (not very good at keeping up with the latest educational trends) and three years at home can make you. All is not lost yet, I haven't gotten the kiss-off call, but as the hours go by, I am less and less hopeful. I was led to believe that they were making a decision today, so I am guessing that they offered it to someone else and are waiting for them to accept before they call and say I didn't get it.