A Job. Finally.

So after having an excellent interview Thursday with the Bronx school I go to another even better seeming Manhattan school the next day and have another excellent interview.

I get a job offer from the Bronx school Saturday while the Mott Hall school asks me to come in Monday. So I have to put the Bronx school on hold and pursue Mott Hall. Monday I still don't have an answer. They need the principal and she apparently ended up in the hospital with a bad case of heat stroke. So I put the first offer on the line and wait yet another day. This is interview # 3. I wait there for over and hour as they are interviewing someone else. I'm shitting a brick out there, talking to another girl waiting to be interviewed. Then I get dragged into the office for an intense interrogation. I try to wow them answering every ridiculously hard question with a thorough answer including specific examples. I was so on! I really gave it everything I had and I thought it went very well. Turns out they needed another two hours to make a decision, so they'll call me. I spend the first hour unloading on my mother and the second sitting at the coffee shop. This place is supposed to be my sanctuary. I can't read, talk, or think. So instead I spend the longest hour of my life staring at the wall waiting for a steak dinner. At exactly 2:02 the phone rings. At the start of the annoying beep I stop everything, letting the piece of half-chewed steak fall from my mouth back onto the plate. I got rejected. The girl who walked in that morning had 6 years of experience and they decided to hire her. I feel so screwed over. Damn that sux.

So in retrospect the story about the principal's sudden collapse could be a load of shit, but I will never know.

I am desperately trying to reach school # 1 but I am unable to get through. I must go to the job fair. Oh how I hate job fairs! The past two have not treated me well. I don't need this right now. Life is hell. Finally as I am standing on this god awful line for this god awful fair I get the good news. I immediately step to the side, as if I have nothing to do with these poor fools who decided to go to this event. I start running up and down the line, jumping up and down screaming, "I got a job! I got a job!" as everyone is waiting to enter. I'm such as asshole I know.