Did I Say I Wanted to Go For a Ride? ch. 11

* Author's note: You may read any of the other 10 chapters about how I got here in the posts labeled 'getting to know me'

Tuesday: 
So there I sat. On the couch. All. morning. long. I picked up my phone every five minutes - was there a call I missed? An email that came through? Nope. There was nothing. I could not take it. It was the day after my interview and the principal said that she had hoped to make a decision by the end of the day.

I went to run errands. I helped out a friend with her child. All the while still checking the phone of course. Nothing.  By then people were calling me to see if I had heard anything. I mean that was reasonable, 3:00 is kind of like the end of the day for a teacher. But not for a principal.

At 5:30 I went to my friend's (she happens to also be the parent of a former student) for dinner by the pool with her kids and our other friend (she is my former co-worker) so I would not have to wait in agony.  By 8:00 day was done we decided. I left. At 8:20 an email comes that they will need to meet with a few more people and they will need til the beginning of next week. Grrreaaat. That can't be good. 


Wednesday:
Okay so fine, I'll move ahead (oh and by move ahead, I mean run some errands, watch TV, and take a nap) while I wait. Fast forward to 10:00 p.m. and an email pops up asking if I could come in for a second interview on Friday morning at 8:30. Yes! I contact, through Facebook, someone I know on the first-grade team there to get her pumped as well. And now, it's a few more hours before I can go to bed I'm so pleased.


Thursday:
Get so thrilled. Pull dress out of closet. Take dress to mom's for her to iron. <--- You read that correctly. I do not iron. I believe in the, 'take it out of the dryer fast and shake real hard' method. Ever tried it? 5:45 p.m. an email arrives from the principal saying the following: "HR has cut the position due to low enrollment." Yes, she does say that numbers could go back up after Open House and should anything change she will let me know, but what I read was CUT POSITION. 


Yes those are the words I read a little over an hour ago. My dress is pressed. Shoot even my legs are shaved! In less than 15 hours I was supposed to be sitting in front of seven other team members feeling pretty excited about an opportunity. Instead I sit here on my couch currently in gym shorts and a Piggly Wiggly t-shirt with my head pounding and my eyes burning. Who knows, I may even wear the same outfit tomorrow.