Thanks very much to everyone’s supportive comments on my last post.I’m still very disappointed about not getting the job. But I’m not in the same bad place as I was yesterday.
When I first heard the news, I was so upset I felt like I’d turned into wood:
As the day went on, and my pity party started to get out of hand, I puffed up with pity and turned strange colors:
I decided, this must stop! So I stopped thinking about my loss, and thought about the college’s loss. I hate saying things that will seem arrogant, but I’m a great teacher. I really care about my students and I have a knack for getting them involved in the course. I also put in way too much time and effort on teaching. Overpreparing gets results every time.
So what will happen to the students I would have been working for?
Very sad, but it’s too late now. No, I’m going to cut my losses and move on. I expect waves of nausea to hit me occasionally, as I remember “I didn’t get the job.” But the pity party is over. I’m back, and I’m ready to kick ass!
No this isn’t me. Please disregard this picture.
This is me:
Bottom line, I’m ready to start fighting again. Kickin’ ass and not taking names! I can’t remember names. “Elephants never forget” is a Republican conspiracy.
Woo-hoo, there’s work to do.