I Guess It Didn't Hurt

Well blessed me indeed. I got a call this afternoon and on Monday I am going int to interview for the full-time position at SPC. So thank you God/Buddha/Shiva/Goddess/Travis/Whoever for arranging this little interview. Now, I could pester you for just a wee bit more help in allowing me to get this job. I am fully aware that it rests on my shoulders and in how I communicate and present myself, but any positive energy, vibe, and saved up karma would be nice.

But honestly, getting this job would mean so many things for me. First of all, it is an actual stable, full-time job with a real salary and benefits. No more teaching 10 classes, being a freeway flyer, and feeling like the total bottom of the barrel all the time. I can actually focus more on my students and really hone in on the pedagogy and time I have not been able to have since I started teaching more than five classes a semester. And, as odd as this is, I would have time to publish academic articles. I have amassed a collection of ideas over the years but have had ZERO time to research, study and put out feelers. It is odd because all through graduate school we have the "publish or perish" ethos drilled into our heads. Those are the profs that succeed and get somewhere. I resented that until I was out of school and realized more and more how important it is that our academic voices are heard in whatever vein we choose.

So those of you out there wishing me well and crossing the fingers, please continue to do so through next week. I mean, seriously. Do.

This means my NY moving plans are moved again. But this time, it would be for a GREAT reason.

Sigh....