Touch of Nostalgia

Just a couple of my favourite pictures from when my baby really was a baby.

What a Burden

has been lifted. I faxed in a letter explaining that I was no longer taking the mat leave and I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from me. I didn't even dread going to work at Marriott last night. Still had stupid people to deal with, but I left work with a smile on my face - and not a "I'm just so glad to be going home" kind of smile. It's the morning after and I still feel good. I did so much better on the treadmill than I have been (as tho it were a physical weight that had been lifted) so I'm getting to be a little proud of myself. I still have a bunch of work to do by Friday since that's when applications for next year need to be handed in, but I'm confident that I can get it done.

Thank you so much for your prayers during this rough time for me. I couldn't have survived without them. There's still a long journey ahead (like, where do I go from here?), but I've had a little faith restored that I can make it through.

Rollercoaster

I hate rollercoasters. Sometimes I get myself all psyched up to ride one, but then I don't stand in line long before I realize that I don't want to get on. This past week has been like a big dumb rollercoaster that I can't seem to get off of. The real estate agent in Macklin had more numbers for me to call, none of which turned out, and calling the school only produced more numbers to call. I missed that deadline to send in the permission for the district to draw up a contract, but apparently that didn't matter. I spent all week on the phone seeing if there was anything to rent. I finally found something I could look at and went to Provost on Friday. The house ended up having visibly tilted floors - definitely not a place I felt safe in. I had a quick visit with the teacher going on mat leave (who forgot to call the school to say she'd be late) and found out that there is also Grade 3 with this job. Makes me wonder if they left anything else out. Anywho, I still haven't found a place and called the principal to insist that he proceed to the next candidate (which should have been done when I missed the deadline to sign the letter) and found that I am the only person they're considering. So now I feel guilty, but I really don't want to go anymore. He left me with more phone numbers (which I still haven't called). So I've been crying all day and trying to figure out what the heck God wants me to do and I still haven't come to a conclusion. I want to stay home, but now I have all this guilt because they didn't bother to find someone else.

No Place to Live

I'm sitting here waiting for one last phone call from a realty office in Macklin to see if there's anything there I can rent. It's not exactly close to Provost, but it's my last idea. I have less than 2 hours to sign this acceptance letter and fax it in to the school district. I just don't feel comfortable signing something without a place to stay until the end of the term. I don't understand why. I've been praying for a job and finally get one, but I can't take it without a place to live. I just hope that something else comes up really soon. I'll repost if this phone call has something, but it didn't sound like there's ever availability.

Well

I was offered and accepted the new job. I'll be teaching Grade 6 in the afternoons and 4,5, and 6 French and Music in the mornings. It's a little daunting, but at least it's not as bad as the spectrum I was responsible for in Edam. I'm still not sure how I feel. Teaching is good, but moving is bad. For now, this is what I'll be doing. The initial contract only goes until the end of June. I can handle 5 months, I'm sure, especially since my expectations will be far lower than when I went to Edam. If I like it I can accept the renewal, and if not, then I won't. So please keep a sad lonely teacher in your prayers. Finding a nice place to live will also make a big difference. However, if I can't find a decent place to live at a reasonable rate then I won't be able to sign the contract. Everything is just so confusing.

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

Once again this question is upon me. When I interviewed in Provost in December I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted the job because I really didn't want to move. I still don't want to move, but I hate working at Marriott. I don't know if I'm being offered the job or asked to interview again, but it's still a decision I need to make by tomorrow. I don't want to agree to an interview and then decide in my heart that I'm not going. I wish God was more clear about these things. I just need direction.

To top it all off, I'm not feeling well. Starting cramping at work last night with no possibility of leaving early and I'm still hurting today. Went to work last week and got to spend time just watching movies on my ipod and not even needing to keep an ear out for the phone (there were just too many people) and this week we'll have 50+ ppl waiting on the phone and ppl who wait on hold for over an hour. I just don't understand why you wouldn't make a reservation on the internet and call back with questions when the wait time is shorter. Crazy people.