I found out this morning that I'd been selected as a finalist for the position of the director of the Loft writing center. This should be cause for celebration, right?
Think again! The interviews are next week. That's right--during the same time we'll be in Hawaii for Hope's wedding. There's no flexibility in the interview schedule, and I don't get the job. And I really wanted it.
Life will go on, and there will be other jobs, but right now I'm mourning this one. Send me good vibe if you've got any, because I'm finding it really difficult to be cheerful right now.
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