Since I had the 60-hour work week in D.C., going from the fast lane to "Yawn, what do I want to do today?" was actually more mentally difficult than I thought. When I went to the grocery store I'd think about how I was spending "his" money. I'd come back and tell him how much I saved with coupons or deals or how I adjusted recipes to avoid the expensive costs of various produce.
I needed a project. So I dove into the weight loss. It was my top priority. And I was good at it, until I accomplished that and came to bed one night and said, "I need a part-time job." Joel wasn't sold since we had recently decided to have a baby.
So we had a baby. And at 3 months post partum, my old professor from Millikin called and offered me a 2-year teaching contract in Decatur. It was uber daycare friendly (no really strange hours). And since I love my undergraduate institution like mad, I jumped at the chance. It didn't pay much, but it did cover X-man's tuition at Next Generation (which he LOVES attending thanks to Ms. Melissa, Ms. Natalie and Ms Sonya -- soon to be Ms. Chrissy and Ms. Holly in the Turtle Room).
My last day of teaching was May 12. On May 20, I applied for a part-time job as a volunteer coordinator/mentor coordinator with Unit 4 schools. It was the only job I was remotely interested in.
Today I got invited to interview for the job next week.
I'll let you know how it goes. The job listing was more of a list of minimum requirements rather than a job description. So at this point, I feel like I'm just exploring. But MacTroll is still laughing that I couldn't put up with being unemployed for longer than two weeks.
If I was home with X-man I'd feel differently about it. But he's in school, and I like that he's in school and he likes he's in school. And since I'm looking down the line thinking I'd like a job in education, this might be a good step given my past employment and volunteer experiences.
I guess we'll find out on Thursday.
