The first one came at about ten to eight this morning. My husband answered the phone with a note of incredulity – no one calls us before about nine. The fact that the caller was male – and a male my husband didn’t recognize – made it even MORE interesting. It turns out that this guy – Michael – was calling to set up an interview with me for a teaching position in his high school, a couple of towns away from mine, for next week. I meet him on Tuesday.
I came home from a glorious day of mundane errands (who would think that I would enjoy getting back to mundane errands?) to find a message on my machine from the English department head in the high school in my home town. I’m meeting her on Wednesday.
If I were given the choice (and I’m well aware that I may not be), I would much prefer to work in my home town high school. It’s literally a ten minute walk (yes, WALK) away. If I had to be at work at 7:20, I could get in my car at 7:16 and still have two minutes to spare. I really DIG that. Also, Michael’s school district has a really low starting salary, one of the lowest in the state, and more turnover than McDonald’s. Finally, I know one of the teachers in my hometown school – she’s a dear friend of my sister – so I wouldn’t be going in there without knowing a soul.
I’ll keep you posted.