I eagerly await the approach of the weekend. I am so fried. I am messing things up for classes right and left. Sigh.
So I had a call for an interview, at a cc, and I went to it. And I just got a very nice rejection phone call. Sigh. That was fast. I bumbled a few things because I tried to teach my classes instead of cancel them and then drive up to the interview with plenty of time. Now I am behind and muddling things up for my classes and they should be peeved that they had a distracted and confused instructor who gave them the wrong instructions and hustled them out of the classroom early --- and I do not have a second interview to prep on Friday. That's good, in terms of getting on top of teaching and organizing this next week or so... long term, not so good.
In other news I still haven't heard back from that other interview! They must have made the offer to someone else and can't close on the search until they finish negotiating? But even then, the other candidate must be really dragging out negotiating! I just wish they would contact me because I need help with closure, and I can't admit fully that I have been rejected until I have been officially rejected (hope springs eternal).
I am processing this Fast Place rejection and while I am second-guessing bits here and there, really it all went too fast for me to imaginatively invest and build up lots of hopes, so I am more about worrying about the inchoate future than on grieving specifics about that job. (Hmm: inchoate? Upon looking it up, I think that might not be the word I want.)
I think I have another Thing in the pipeline, but man the semester is winding down fast. People are having a fight over the old retiring faculty member's office and someone has come to me and said they need to announce my leaving at some point to put my office into this fight in a fair and transparent way, but didn't want to just spill the beans on me without my permission. Sigh. Ideally I would like to say, so sorry but I am off to take a wonderful opportunity at ______. But I still don't know what my wonderful opportunity is. It might be me leaving and relocating with no clue what my next job is. (Gulp.) And I will need to get back to Office Arrangement Person in about a week, I think.
Sigh. There are many many ways I would have liked to write this story but this doesn't seem to be going in the direction of any of them.