I'll Resist This Psychic Death

So, this week was eventful. After months of applying for jobs and hearing a chorus of crickets, I got not one, but two interviews. One of these was my first real teaching interview. So I got a new Anne Taylor outfit and got my hair did. I gathered up my best work and called a teacher friend for advice. (Good advice that I really appreciate!)

Well, I didn't get it. What really sucks is that I thought I did. The interview went great, but I guess someone else's went better. I cried my eyes out. I got down, real down. I'm still a combination of severely disappointed and pissed the eff off.

But I've got bigger fish to fry. A little girl with a bad case of Swimmer's Ear. So bad in fact, that her ear smells like something crawled in it and died. A little boy who has decided that he likes to piss on the floor. And a puppy who does the same. Not to mention, the big K begins in 2 weeks.

So, I'm gonna say it's their loss. In the wise words of Ugly Wanda, "I coulda rocked your world."