Jerked Around

I've been fairly quiet for awhile. I haven't felt much like writing, basically, because I've been in a holding pattern. After my great interview at the university, I knew I'd have to wait about a month for the other two candidates to fly in and have their turn. Well, it's been about 8 weeks since then, and I STILL haven't heard anything. I emailed the director. Nothing. Finally today, my heart pounding, I called up to ask them point blank -- I'm assuming I'm not hired, could you at least tell me so?

Apparently, not so. After leaving my message on their voicemail, the admin assistant called me back. I had really enjoyed talking to her when I was there, and knew (hoped) she wouldn't jerk me around. She just called me back, all apologies, falling over herself to try and explain.

THEY HAVEN'T MADE A DECISION YET! Wtf??? Keep in mind that I interviewed for this job on March 14th. And even if you allow an additional two weeks for each of the other finalists, that still leaves a good 7-8 weeks to mull it over. This isn't like a high-powered, high-paying job. It's a DECENT job, doing something I'd LOVE to do, but it's hardly the presidency.

Now, to complicate things.... Beau had a phone interview for a teaching job in Missouri earlier this week and they offered him the job on the spot! (because he's awesome). It's a place that is probably a good 190 miles away from the university I interviewed at. A bit of a commute! The high school wants Beau to give him their final decision -- by TOMORROW. Oh hell.

And I think it's very important that he says "yes," because it's not like Biology teaching jobs are falling out of the sky and this is a guaranteed ticket back to Missouri for us (and a fairly decent teacher's salary as well). Knowing my continuous bought of crappy luck, he'll say "yes," and a month from now (the admin assistant said it could be as long as the end of June before they know for sure. Pfff), they'll call up and say, "Congratulations, you got the job!"

*sob*

I tell you, moving..... again. Stab me now. But, this is it. READ. MY. LIPS. This is it! No more moving ever ever ever again. Missouri is where I will be buried!

Well, unless we get the chance to go back to New Zealand. *cough*

Beau is in a complete tizzy. He worries like an old woman, and stresses! He just cannot conceive how we can possibly move -- financially. All we own is the little Honda, but now we have furniture and you know, stuff. It's not like renting a UHaul is as easy or cheap as it used to be, and let's not forget $4/gallon gas. He almost doesn't want to take the job just because he doesn't know how we'll manage to get there.

But hey, it's me! I always find a way. Sure, I'm always broke, but I always get to where I need to be.

And lastly, the thought of diving back into that job market again is a monstrously terrifying thought for me. Selfishly, I had really hoped that THIS time that -I- would be the one who got the great job and Beau would be following me, because every time I move to a new place, it gets harder and harder to get that good job. One bright spot -- Beau's job is just 20 miles from Columbia, a nice, mid-sized city (with a good Thai restaurant!) that is home to the biggest university in the state (and a few smaller ones). Yes, I'm already looking for jobs now.

Here we go again.