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rhienellethThis is what it's all about. What your parents try to explain, but never quite manage. The struggles you have no concept for as a child, as a teenager, and only begin to see glimmers of as a college student.
See, it all seems pretty rosy at first. You fall in love, get married, buy a house -- somewhere in there you hopefully finish college. In my case, still finishing. But my husband finished his MA, so that's got to be good, right? Sure, we owe tons of money to financial aid, but that's not too big of an issue, cause with his Master's, he should be able to get a pretty good paying job, right? I mean, isn't that the point?
Am I sounding bitter? I'm trying not to. Really, I'm only a little bitter. Mostly I'm shaking my head at the irony of life.
Yeah, so you all remember the Lebanon job that wasn't, right? And then we had that good news that was the possible job in Oregon City. Yeah, so let me start there. The principal did indeed call Mark, told him they had no good candidates for the job at all, didn't seem the least put off by his lack of experience in media education (aka school Librarian), talked about him going to school and taking the necessary course, blah, blah, blah. She personally called again to schedule to interview, this past Friday. The interview was on Monday. We drove the hour and twenty minutes up to OC, Mark had the interview, walked back out and said "It will take a miracle for me to get this job." Why? Because the position was for the head Librarian. Someone with four assisstants working underneath them, all of whom know more about the job than Mark would. Ok. Bt the Principal didn't seem put off. She even had him call the number to take the SRI test, a personality test they have to pay someone lots and lots of dollars to administer, because there's only a handful of people qualified to do so.
So she called yesterday, with the news that Mark gave an "excellent interview", but they had a candidate come in at the last minute with experience, and the panel really wanted someone with more experience. No shit. So, if you knew that on Friday, why did you have us waste our time and gas to drive up for the interview? Whatever. Mark was more upset at the waste of time and effort (he researched this position for the week before the interview, called and talked to a friend who was a school librarian for twenty years, looked up media stuff, etc) than he was that he didn't get the job. Although, I'm sure not getting the job, having to face yet another year of subbing, fed into his reaction.
So, while we were still reeling from that phone call -- literally two minutes after we hung up the phone -- Mark's Dad called, with the news that one of the four teachers Lebanon hired hasn't bothered to show up for inservice. Yep, does everyone remember when I wished something like this upon them?? It's almost scary. The guy didn't call, didn't anything. He just didn't show up to sign his contract and start teaching. School starts Monday, and they have no teacher. Mark's Mom called the District Office this morning to confirm that the position was open, and they said they would be posting it, or something, soon. Yeah, no shit. They have two working days to fill it. So Mark called and left a nice message for the principal this morning, basically saying he'd heard there was a job opening, and District Office had confirmed it, and he intends to reapply and would love to work for Lebanon.
The chances of them hiring him are slim. There are obvious politics behind the scenes that prevented them from hiring him in the first place. Still, desperation breeds strange bedfellows. Who knows. We aren't getting our hopes up; we've basically resigned ourselves to another year of subbing. But if Lebanon calls, we won't say no.
The roller-coaster shit is getting old. Everything looks great for him to get a job...nope, no job...oh, wait, there's another strong possibility!...oh, nope, no job...but wait, still another opening...!
I've been getting stress headaches for two weeks now, only barely escaping the dreaded migraine. I'm so tired of this shit.
See, it all seems pretty rosy at first. You fall in love, get married, buy a house -- somewhere in there you hopefully finish college. In my case, still finishing. But my husband finished his MA, so that's got to be good, right? Sure, we owe tons of money to financial aid, but that's not too big of an issue, cause with his Master's, he should be able to get a pretty good paying job, right? I mean, isn't that the point?
Am I sounding bitter? I'm trying not to. Really, I'm only a little bitter. Mostly I'm shaking my head at the irony of life.
Yeah, so you all remember the Lebanon job that wasn't, right? And then we had that good news that was the possible job in Oregon City. Yeah, so let me start there. The principal did indeed call Mark, told him they had no good candidates for the job at all, didn't seem the least put off by his lack of experience in media education (aka school Librarian), talked about him going to school and taking the necessary course, blah, blah, blah. She personally called again to schedule to interview, this past Friday. The interview was on Monday. We drove the hour and twenty minutes up to OC, Mark had the interview, walked back out and said "It will take a miracle for me to get this job." Why? Because the position was for the head Librarian. Someone with four assisstants working underneath them, all of whom know more about the job than Mark would. Ok. Bt the Principal didn't seem put off. She even had him call the number to take the SRI test, a personality test they have to pay someone lots and lots of dollars to administer, because there's only a handful of people qualified to do so.
So she called yesterday, with the news that Mark gave an "excellent interview", but they had a candidate come in at the last minute with experience, and the panel really wanted someone with more experience. No shit. So, if you knew that on Friday, why did you have us waste our time and gas to drive up for the interview? Whatever. Mark was more upset at the waste of time and effort (he researched this position for the week before the interview, called and talked to a friend who was a school librarian for twenty years, looked up media stuff, etc) than he was that he didn't get the job. Although, I'm sure not getting the job, having to face yet another year of subbing, fed into his reaction.
So, while we were still reeling from that phone call -- literally two minutes after we hung up the phone -- Mark's Dad called, with the news that one of the four teachers Lebanon hired hasn't bothered to show up for inservice. Yep, does everyone remember when I wished something like this upon them?? It's almost scary. The guy didn't call, didn't anything. He just didn't show up to sign his contract and start teaching. School starts Monday, and they have no teacher. Mark's Mom called the District Office this morning to confirm that the position was open, and they said they would be posting it, or something, soon. Yeah, no shit. They have two working days to fill it. So Mark called and left a nice message for the principal this morning, basically saying he'd heard there was a job opening, and District Office had confirmed it, and he intends to reapply and would love to work for Lebanon.
The chances of them hiring him are slim. There are obvious politics behind the scenes that prevented them from hiring him in the first place. Still, desperation breeds strange bedfellows. Who knows. We aren't getting our hopes up; we've basically resigned ourselves to another year of subbing. But if Lebanon calls, we won't say no.
The roller-coaster shit is getting old. Everything looks great for him to get a job...nope, no job...oh, wait, there's another strong possibility!...oh, nope, no job...but wait, still another opening...!
I've been getting stress headaches for two weeks now, only barely escaping the dreaded migraine. I'm so tired of this shit.
