So I didn’t get the job I interviewed for. I received a very nice email, telling me I was one of the top candidates (I like to think that this was true, rather than something polite to say), and they’d keep my résumé on file. I think they must have hired someone with experience, which I understand, though on the other hand, it’s put me in such a catch-22 situation—I can’t get a job without experience and I can’t get experience without a job. Conundrum.
Anywho, I threw a bit of a wobbly, sitting on the sofa and feeling sorry for myself, crying about how I this wasn’t where I saw myself at twenty-six, I hoped to be such a career-established self-sufficient adult at this point, yada yada yada.
But then…I pulled myself together, and realized that I needed to stop whining about how terrible my life is—I do have a job (granted, I’m not pulling in a six-figure salary, but it’s better than being unemployed or minimum wage), I am surrounded by amazing family and friends who support and love me, I just got back from a basically all-expenses-paid trip to the British Isles…it was kind of time to get a grip and get some perspective.
My coworkers were all super sweet about my job opportunity falling through (they had been really encouraging while I waited to hear back), giving me hugs and everything, but telling me how happy they were not to lose me, which honestly, made it so much better. On top of that, they gave me a new opportunity at work, which I think will be really great, so I’m really excited about that (though quite happy to enjoy my summer vacaction—this is one of the reasons I love working in education; I still get a summer break).
THEN, after thinking about what would make me more competitive in the teaching job market, and talking with a couple girls I work with, I have decided to apply to USF’s credential/Master’s program, which very helpfully has a Sacramento branch campus, so I wouldn’t be schlepping off to the Bay Area every time I had to go to class. So…that’ll be a second Master’s in less than two years from now. Then after that—maybe try for the PhD? It’s definitely on the radar. At this point, graduating is basically a hobby of mine. Some people enjoy fishing, stamp-collecting, arts and crafts…I get degrees. I collect mortarboards like a Cullen.
So not to go quoting The Sound of Music, but “The Revered Mother always says, ‘When the Lord closes the door, somewhere He opens a window.’”
Had an interview for a teaching position in front of a panel of six people, which, of course, wasn’t terrifying in the least bit. I think it went well, though I’ve never felt so young and inexperienced—like a five year old in her mother’s heels going, “Hi, I’m here to get a big-girl job ‘cause I’m all grown-up!” I know I can do this—rock it, “beast it,” as it were. I just hoped I proved that in my interview.
Was asked if I was comfortable working in a Catholic school. This would perhaps not be so unusual if it weren’t for the fact that I’ve been employed at a Catholic school since graduating college four years ago…hm.
I hear back sometime this week, so please keep good thoughts for me!
Also returned a few weeks hence from a positively amazing trip to the British Isles, though that is a subject for another (considerably longer) entry, poppets. :)