phewf

as usual, just when I had convinced myself that I would either be a) jobless b) stuck teaching art or c) teaching small engine repair at a school in the boonies, I get a call from the school I really wanted to work at, that I had an interview at on Tuesday but didn't tell anyone about, telling me I have the job.

I nearly wet myself.

The combination of relief and just sheer excitement at getting to teach at this school, which is an excellent school, and getting to teach exactly what I'm *supposed* to be teaching just had me giddy for about half an hour. I called my mom, of course. I was to the point today with my worrying that I was actually feeling nauseaus. I worry, I can't help it.

So, I'm secure, I'll probably get my permanent contract there next year and be set and be there as long as I want, unless I get bumped (go unions!), I can not worry this summer, and I don't have to go to that ridiculous job fair next week. Which is good, because Mort has a vet appointment.

Grant is in Fredericton, or hopefully on hs way home by now, his graduation was today. I'm worn right out, I think I need to have a nap. My only remaining worry is that the boy won't get a job here, and then what do we do. If he gets a job reasonably close by, we can commute, but that won't work in like, Halifax. So, if you don't mind, keep the happy thoughts flowing for a bit to get things going for him too.