Update
Hey there folks! All those who used to check in must of stopped long ago, since I wasn't updating. But - I thought I'd post this just in case someone dropped by :)
After I got home I lived in an apartment with my boyfriend for a few weeks, did some work for an old company of mine, and attended two job interviews. The first one was in Detroit. Downtown Detroit. Yea - little white girl Chandi drove past all the burned out buildings and empty warehouses, parked in a gated lot, and walked into a security heavy building for a job interview. And got the job. And turned it down (for fairly obvious reasons).
I had applied for a job in Perry (yes - HA- Perry, how funny is that? I've heard that a few times, so let's collectively laugh and get it over with) - before I applied for the position in Detroit, but the Perry position didn't start interviewing for another week after I was offered the Detroit job. but I wanted it. I wanted it really badly. So, I turned down Detroit, hoping to all HELL that I would get called for this Perry position.
And I did. On the evening of some random Sunday the principal called me and invited me to an interview, I played it cool and said "I"D LOVE TO INTERVIEW FOR YOUR SCHOOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN DO YOU WANT ME THERE?!?!?!?!?!??!" a few days later I was buzzing off in my old car to the buzzy metropolis of Perry (a small farming community just outside Lansing). I interviewed with a whole committee of people; a student, a parent, an intern, two teachers and the Principal, and was sure that I had BLOWN the interview. I mean, BLOWN IT- into space, flying around in some separate stratosphere, circling an unknown planet, BLOWN IT.
So I cried on the way home. Becuase I had turned down the only job offer I was going to get, and would now have to sub for a living. Which sucks.
To ease my pain, I went back to the old company that I had worked for before Spain, and took up a temp position doing the same thing that I had started doing with the company 3 years prior. Yea, humbling, I know. But then they shipped me off to Ludington to help out there, which gave me a break, and a beach, and some new people to meet. While there, the most amazing thing happened!
I had been told that if they were interested in me, they'd call me in for a second interview, and have me come teach a lesson. And by the grace of whatever being saw my interview orbiting their planet - I got a call! I was in Ludington, and my boyfriend had the cell phone in Kalamazoo, so, in the middle of this training exercise in Ludington, Joey calls and says "You just got a phone call, call back this number" - so my heart starts racing, and my hands start to sweat, and everyone I'm training is wondering what the hell is wrong with me and should they call 911 - so I call back the Principal- hoping that I got a call back, and that'd I'd be putting together a lesson for them, and praying to all dieties listening that I wouldn't hear the three most dreaded words in interview history "I'm sorry, but. . ." - Steve, the Principal, picks up the phone and . . . the seconds tick by . . . my heart rate is climbing beyond healthy, into dangerous . . . and he - offers me the job???? He offers me the job!!! HE OFFERS ME THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I"m in the middle of a training exercise in an ISD in Ludington!!! So, I had to scream in my head.
Two weeks later I"m the drama and 9th grade "Language Arts on a Cart" instructor at Perry High School. I've been there a month, and things are getting better. It's hard coming in after the school year has started. And I'm struggling with not having a classroom, the lights in the Auditorium have flipped their lid, and we start rehearsals for the play this coming Monday. So much happens so fast that I feel like I'm dog-paddling in a whirlpool, trying to get to dry land, but just staying afloat. I'll get there eventually, and I won't drive home thinking about how I could have done things better, or how I could have handled a situation better. Someday I'll drive home and be happy with my performance - all in good time. Until then, I had the craziest, most successfull summer in my entire existance. And I landed the most perfect job in the world, and love the life I'm living. I'll try to keep you all posted as things go along. Thanks for keeping up with me! I'll talk to you all soon :)
After I got home I lived in an apartment with my boyfriend for a few weeks, did some work for an old company of mine, and attended two job interviews. The first one was in Detroit. Downtown Detroit. Yea - little white girl Chandi drove past all the burned out buildings and empty warehouses, parked in a gated lot, and walked into a security heavy building for a job interview. And got the job. And turned it down (for fairly obvious reasons).
I had applied for a job in Perry (yes - HA- Perry, how funny is that? I've heard that a few times, so let's collectively laugh and get it over with) - before I applied for the position in Detroit, but the Perry position didn't start interviewing for another week after I was offered the Detroit job. but I wanted it. I wanted it really badly. So, I turned down Detroit, hoping to all HELL that I would get called for this Perry position.
And I did. On the evening of some random Sunday the principal called me and invited me to an interview, I played it cool and said "I"D LOVE TO INTERVIEW FOR YOUR SCHOOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN DO YOU WANT ME THERE?!?!?!?!?!??!" a few days later I was buzzing off in my old car to the buzzy metropolis of Perry (a small farming community just outside Lansing). I interviewed with a whole committee of people; a student, a parent, an intern, two teachers and the Principal, and was sure that I had BLOWN the interview. I mean, BLOWN IT- into space, flying around in some separate stratosphere, circling an unknown planet, BLOWN IT.
So I cried on the way home. Becuase I had turned down the only job offer I was going to get, and would now have to sub for a living. Which sucks.
To ease my pain, I went back to the old company that I had worked for before Spain, and took up a temp position doing the same thing that I had started doing with the company 3 years prior. Yea, humbling, I know. But then they shipped me off to Ludington to help out there, which gave me a break, and a beach, and some new people to meet. While there, the most amazing thing happened!
I had been told that if they were interested in me, they'd call me in for a second interview, and have me come teach a lesson. And by the grace of whatever being saw my interview orbiting their planet - I got a call! I was in Ludington, and my boyfriend had the cell phone in Kalamazoo, so, in the middle of this training exercise in Ludington, Joey calls and says "You just got a phone call, call back this number" - so my heart starts racing, and my hands start to sweat, and everyone I'm training is wondering what the hell is wrong with me and should they call 911 - so I call back the Principal- hoping that I got a call back, and that'd I'd be putting together a lesson for them, and praying to all dieties listening that I wouldn't hear the three most dreaded words in interview history "I'm sorry, but. . ." - Steve, the Principal, picks up the phone and . . . the seconds tick by . . . my heart rate is climbing beyond healthy, into dangerous . . . and he - offers me the job???? He offers me the job!!! HE OFFERS ME THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I"m in the middle of a training exercise in an ISD in Ludington!!! So, I had to scream in my head.
Two weeks later I"m the drama and 9th grade "Language Arts on a Cart" instructor at Perry High School. I've been there a month, and things are getting better. It's hard coming in after the school year has started. And I'm struggling with not having a classroom, the lights in the Auditorium have flipped their lid, and we start rehearsals for the play this coming Monday. So much happens so fast that I feel like I'm dog-paddling in a whirlpool, trying to get to dry land, but just staying afloat. I'll get there eventually, and I won't drive home thinking about how I could have done things better, or how I could have handled a situation better. Someday I'll drive home and be happy with my performance - all in good time. Until then, I had the craziest, most successfull summer in my entire existance. And I landed the most perfect job in the world, and love the life I'm living. I'll try to keep you all posted as things go along. Thanks for keeping up with me! I'll talk to you all soon :)
posted by Chandi at 9:34 AM
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