Saturday 13 December 2003
I write as a form of self-therapy, and maybe I'm getting a wake-up call that I need to do something to get out of this mess once and for all. Maybe a shower and a shave will help. Maybe cleaning my apartment will. Maybe talking with someone will. There's still so much more work to get done. |
Well? I showered and shaved. I cleaned my apartment. I talked with Suzanne on the phone and played host to Catherine last night. I do feel better.
Though Teresa and I have quit writing one another, I did get a new hit off Match.com. Cindy is a year younger than me, her children have grown, is quite successful in her business ventures, and lives all of ten miles from me. Of course, I still have the feeling when she learns of my predicaments she'll no longer write as well, but what the hell, right? She's someone new to whom to write and of whom dreams of perhaps not having to be alone may blossom over the next month.
Yesterday I talked face-to-face, an initial interview so to speak, with two women from a private school only seven blocks from my house. They have a teaching opening for January, and if I get the job I would be teaching math and computers to students in 3rd and 8th grades. I am one of four candidates they're considering for the position... of the four I'm the only one who's taught computer science in the past. (They currently outsource for their 8th grade programming teacher.) I hope this gives me more than just a foot inside the door.
Needless to say, it's been a semi-productive few days... arriving when I needed them most. It's a step in the right direction.