I first started this blog as a venue to rant about selling my house. Ironman and I had moved to a new city and were forced to rent a teeny tiny house in a crowded neighborhood for over a year while our sprawling house on a big lot sat empty 2 hours away. It was a bumpy time. Money was tight but not as tight as our living quarters. I designated one entire room to boxes. Stacked 3 and 4 high and lined in rows so you could get in and our. My organizational skills and handy dandy labeler were best buds.
I would blog daily. I'd fuss about the realtor's lack of concern that we were living on the edge. I'd wonder if we'd ever get back to normal. And I questioned our move.
Sure I was talking to myself but that was A-OK with me.
Thirteen months and 10 days later our house SOLD. Ironman and I did not speak as we drove to the closing. We had 4 offers fall through when the buyers reached the financing part of the deal. Four times my heart had risen only to be dumped and stomped on. So time #5 was faced with trepidation
We signed our sellers papers and left the attorney's office. Our realtor told us the buyers would be signing their papers at 3:30. Oh how I watched the clock. Finally at 6pm I took a breath. We had sold our house. S.O.L.D. That was on a Wednesday. The following Monday we made an offer and bought the house where we currently live.
I chronicled all that in this blog. And since them I haven't had much of a focus.
Well, today has changed all that.
I'm going to give as many updates as I can as I search for a new job. The job I have now is boring and mind numbingly slow. I have been an elementary school teacher for 15 years. No two days are ever the same. I enjoy the fast pace, the slow dance, the noise and the peace. I find working with other women to be annoying and exhilerating. When you have a buddy next door at school, the days are fun and satisfying. I love that.
I was offered my current job soon after we moved. It would mean I'd be working at the same school where we had enrolled my youngest daughter . The pay was that of a slave worker. But I would receive a discount in tuition for Dancer Girl plus two afternoons off. So I took it.
I've questioned that decision a zillion times.
I do NOTHING. I mean it. I'm just a warm body. I'm never asked my opinion or my idea. If I mention something it's met with blank stares and sometimes eye rolls. Of course, they don't think I notice the eye rolls.
I gave the Director my notice a few weeks ago. I told her the truth. That I was bored. And frustrated. And disgusted. And struggling to keep a good attitude.
My last day will be May 24, the last day of school.
I can not wait!
Am I worried about finding a new job? A little. But I know it'll work out. Something will turn up.
I'll try not to complain everyday!