Well, there’s good news and there’s bad news.
Although I am not 100 percent sure yet, I am fairly sure that I out at UCF for the English Language Institute position. I would have heard yesterday if I was still in. I didn’t hear today, and while I’m not certain really until Friday, I expect that’s it. And honestly, I’m disappointed, but I gave a really good interview that repped my personality, philosophies and skills well. I can’t do better than that.
So, while I might not get a new job, there most likely won’t be the thrill of living at least one year apart and scrambling to move to Florida and find a place to stay, no doubt by mid-January. That sounded like a world of pain.
I’ve been getting a lot of rejections lately for the novels and the shorts. Good rejections and Formy McFormerston’s. Man, I gotta do something for morale, between the job and the rejections. No gets kind of old.
But hey, Bryon’s new doctor is helping him reframe his stomach issues in a more positive, less anxiety laden way. We’re both changing up our diet to be less acid-y to help out, and we’re working on relaxation as hard as we can. 🙂 What? I don’t understand.
I’m about two days behind on word count for NaNoWriMo. It happens. I have some writing time Friday morning. While I have been going through an interview process, I’m also involved in one, and this week was about 4 candidates. I’m also trying to get some logistics set up for some student interviews in Brazil the week after we get back from Thanksgiving.
I am looking forward to Thanksgiving, all the writing, the feasting (not too much, just enough) and hitting my house with a Christmas stick. Tomorrow, we have the electricians getting down and dirty with our remast as we continue bathroom quest. Stay tuned.