Queen of Rambles

I’ve been sitting here all morning agonizing over a little pro/con list I made.

Here’s the problem: If I am offered the job I interviewed for should I take it? I called TSPC and the paper I have is good enough for them. I would just need to mail it and a check and could start subbing in about 30 days. Mike and I figured out the numbers, and it looks like I would still be making significantly more (assuming I worked every day) even if I don’t start until next month. But. . . and here’s the big but. . . we would really have to buy a car immediately instead of relying on my dad’s old truck.

Really, it all equals out. Assuming, of course, I get the job. Keep your fingers crossed that I don’t get it! Then I don’t have to wonder if I’m doing the right thing when I accept it (we’ve decided I should accept it).

The interview was really weird. The principal was pretty much an ass, which didn’t please me. I’ve been the interviewee and the interviewer several times so I thought I was pretty well prepared, but he threw some real curve balls at me, mainly relating to the job I had for six weeks one summer. He was really aggressive, but he’s a man so I guess that’s to be expected. I am not at all sure that I will be offered this position because I don’t think I convinced him that I would stay at the job through June. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. He said he’d call between 3:00 and 3:30. If I get it I start on Monday.

The prospect of employment made me pull out the bags of old clothes I didn’t bother to take to Sweden. I’ve been trying on dresses and various other stuff, seeing what I should keep and what I should toss. I never thought trying on old clothes would be fun, but it gives me a special sort of glee deep down in my heart to throw away clothes that are several sizes too big. I want to walk around in my biggest, ugliest pair of fat pants all day and shout “LOOK!! LOOK!!!!” Then people will know that even though I’m a fat cow, at least I’ve become a skinnier cow over the years.

It was especially fun to try on some dresses that I really, really liked but hadn’t been able to wear for several years because I was just too big. They are pretty loose on me now, but not so loose that I can’t wear them. I got them all during my other “skinny”* time right after college when I was doing a lot of walking and dieting (and taking some sort of diet pills that made my heart jump around all weird and scared me).

*skinny being a relative term

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