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Friday, February 04, 2005

I'd also like a million dollars...

The lovely Liz knows someone who is leaving one of our LYSs so she invited me over last night for dinner (and to meet her very handsome pitbull Max) so we could head up to the shop to see if they were hiring. (They said they weren't really hiring anyone just yet, but I did leave my name and number if something opened up) Dinner was great, and I had a lot of fun, even if I did get treated very suspiciously from my own boys when I got home. They knew I'd cheated, and were just waiting for me to confess. It was snowing and slushy and gross out when I got home (because I washed the car, but I warned you) so it was nice to get into the warm house, where Aslan immediately hopped on my lap, sniffed carefully and then turned his back to me to sit down... Hmm... warm, soft kitty on cold lap. No, Mr. Aslan, please don't throw me in the briar patch!

When I got home, there was an interesting phone message from the President of my Broadcasting School. While there are two people who are there that I have gotten calls from many times when they heard about a job they thought I'd enjoy, and there are two people who sometimes call just to see how I am and to tell me they love me (and I love them) the president is NOT one of them. So the call from him was odd. But I returned the call, leaving a message with my work information and when he could call me there. Which he did, surprisingly promptly (as in I said "call after 1pm" and he called at 1:03) which leads me to believe he really wanted to talk to me.

Turns out the Radio Director is leaving. Bill is one of those two that call me with jobs, and I adore him SO much and he was such a fantastic mentor to me. And the school wants to offer me his job now. Well, no, they want me to throw my hat in the ring for his job. Hmmm...

I have a secret phone number that Bill didn't even give the school. I'll call him this weekend and see what he thinks about me going for the job. I'm a little concerned that I've become too jaded. I had such a fire for radio when I started. And I have been abused at nearly every job I've had, and that fire has been beaten out of me. Part of me wonders if I could still be a good teacher if the fire is dead, if I've been too hurt by radio to encourage anyone else to go into it. Or maybe the fire would start to smolder and catch again. Part of me wonders if the school, the only school EVER for me that I really loved, will change in my eyes and become yet another miserable place... There's a lot of thinking to do.

But it's Friday, and so begins "My Stuff Weekend". I will be very close to finishing the alpaca shawl I'm working on. Plus I have a class in the morning, and then in the afternoon I'm going to meet another new KR member to help her make a hat... It should be a fun day, and I'm looking forward to it. And I'm very much looking forward to Sunday. My plan is to lay very much like broccoli, and other veggies, and do nothing at all but knit and spin and play with my boys.

Happy weekend! I'll let you know what thoughts I have on the job at the school on Monday!



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Hours Spent Knitting: 15
Rows Completed (of 222): 30
Estimated Time of Completion: 111 hours

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good Luck Aimster!
Lots of love from the girls in Baltimore :-) (thanks for the snow....)

2:43 PM  
Blogger vi said...

Darlink....... this is violet
I sometimes think the same way about being a doll artist.....
gees I am an old lady and still haveing career anxioty-which I suspect I spelt wrong.
anyway Amie, as thou was a saint reciently.......
(VE HAFF VAYS OF KNOWINK DHIS..........)
you are due some good karma to come your way
vi

6:00 PM  
Blogger Catherine said...

Every Career Has Angst. And Karma. Throw the line in the water, see what bites and if it suits you, throw it back it if doesn't. Boss made one casual reference to our "availability," to one Miami lawyer and we were instantly "offered" jobs and asked to move to Miami or West Palm Beach. Neither of us is in a position to move like that unless the money is really good and we doubt it would be really good enough, but it's good to be loved. When they call YOU about a job, you have to at least tease the fish.

7:13 PM  
Blogger Liz said...

Thanks Amie! It was wonderful to meet you too! I think throwing yur hat into the ring would not hurt anything and may get you fired up again about something it seems you have a passion for. (Teaching)

I would love to get together again, this time with some pups, needles, and maybe a spinning wheel or two involved! :)

9:51 AM  

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