I need some.
CSUMB just told me they only have one class for me to teach next semester (even though they told me they'd have more when they interviewed me in August). I feel lied to and completely upset about the whole thing. Tell me you love me.
This is when I really wish that i was back in Austin (I wish that all the time) and we could all drink and lament our jobs (except Bearden--woot! for you). And you could buy me some bourbons and cokes and then we would jump in the River together (remember that?) You guys are such good friends. There's just nobody like you out here.
Now, the job hunt begins.
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just pretend nick is rebecca and meagan is tracy and bearden is hiding behind michael's diploma and that's us
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9 comments:
Sarah, I love you. And no, this won't make you feel any better or I'll sound like your mom, but you WILL find something to help out on the income even if it is something you only do for a semester. Maybe that something will be the subject of a story later.
i'm with you. totally.
two classes for me, and lots and lots of windows. i completely flipped out last week, but the upside of that flipout was an extensive resume update and five job applications.
the only problem that remains is that i love teaching and i don't really love anything else.
except for you and the rest of the 07s.
Faulk Nasty,
It sounds like you were, in fact, lied to, and I'm sorry.
You deserve so much more. If all else fails, or even if all else succeeds and you're still pissed and you need a mexican martini or a bourbon and coke and a night out with friends, we here in Austin have some pretty fucking amazing couches (Abby - Blueberry, serious pain killer; Amelia - The Black Transformer, with an uncanny twist of woozy apt.; Jack - The Black Hole, sleeps four comfortably - might swallow one; Rebecca - sexy red leather, like falling asleep in a SOHO gallery; Me - Sugar Mama - sky blue corduroy Hide-A-Bed with royal blue sheet/not quite slipcover).
So these are our couches and you are our friend and we will help you beat up anyone you so desire.
Sincerely,
Wolfe
It is so their loss.
This is when I wish I had a family member who had ties to the mob--some sort of benign justice would be so nice. I wish I could dispach a scarey looking uncle who could shake his fist at your bosses. And say: nobody lies to sarah," and stomp around.
Maybe I have too many revenge fantasies right now. I wasn't lied to. And still, I can't shake the feeling that TSU is doing me a favor by giving me 2 little classes. I'm trying to focus on the writing--which has been tough with the full load of classes. So I'm trying to convince myself that this is a sign from God that i'm supposed to get a job at a coffee shop or a hotel or an office or something that I can leave there. And that the rest of the time I'm supposed to write? god now that I wrote that it sounds so flimsy. I need to believe it though.
The thing is, it will come. (the justice and the job). It just takes awhile. (get that book deal and see who claims you then, right?)
So know this: it will come. you aren't alone. you are much admired by all your friends. we all miss you and are rooting for you.
This sucks. It will come for you. I echo all the sentiments here: it's their loss.
oh you guys. you totally made me feel better. the double o'sevens are straight money.
We're all becoming masters of the job hunt, aren't we? I may have filled out an application last night in my sleep.
I like the idea of multiple jobs. The secondary job gives you a chance to take on something unusual, or mind-numbing, or delightfully temporary, or whatever you're in the mood for. And it all makes a great story for the book tour.
Beats the cubicle, right?
Love you.
Sorry I've been MIA for a while (Thanksgiving in Seattle, work...yes, if it's any consolation, it makes it hard to write...or at least finish anything, um, like a sentence) but congrats to Bearden on the job, Amelia on the nomination, and Sarah on being loved (we love you).
Michael left out that his couch comes with a free pregnancy test...
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