As I suspected, the job situation in our fair city is uniformly depressing. I spoke with one of my college friends last night, and she confirmed that I am the ONLY member of my class with a signed contract. She said that everyone is happy for me. Oh yeah, and they all hate me, too. I hope she was kidding about that last part.
Meanwhile, the job search goes on. As Scholar gets practiced at this stuff, he's getting more and more confirmations that he is in the running on various positions -- and I know it's just a matter of time before he clicks with a district and they welcome him into their fold. He hit it off with a superintendent at one interview; this district will
Definitely be calling him for the second round. The funny thing is, Scholar didn't do anything at this interview that I, in my infinite wisdom and not-at-all-bossy way (shah!) had recommended. He winged it (wung it???). And it worked. So my lesson here is to shut my damn mouth and let him do what he does best. My wonderful Scholar is witty and smart, and I need to just stay out of his way and be supportive. I know I said in my last entry on this topic that I'm not mad at Scholar, and I'll just emphasize that. It's not his fault this job search is taking time. And the signs are certainly pointing to a happy ending. For my whole life, the biggest problems I've had are practicing patience and having faith. This is just another reminder.
So you can blame last week's stress and doubt on my pregnancy hormones (remember them?) I'm so proud of how far the two of us have come in such a short time. We are absolutely a team. To paraphrase the Beatles, "he and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead..."
And I love him.
