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Diva Girl woke me up a the crack of dark this morning, complaining of a stomach ache which, within a few short minutes, progressed to barfing all over my bed. Just the way every mom wants to start the day.
I had been consoling myself with the fact that the Zen Baby doesn’t seem to have been infected with whatever ubergerm seems to have taken up residence in her sister, but that was before I realized that it’s not really that warm in here.
So, Sabrina is sick. Bucket toting, random barfing, running to the bathroom sick. And I’m sick. Achy, hot, roiling stomach sick. And Regan? Is totally chipper and ready to go sledding. No, seriously, she has her boots on and everything.
It’s going to be a very long day. On a brighter note, at least the pounding in my head has driven out the “ohpleaseohpleaseohplease” running through my brain.
At this point, I’m all but sure I didn’t get the job–but oh, how painful that “all but” bit of hope is! It’s like a loose tooth, hanging on by that last stubborn thread, or a phantom stone in your shoe that you can feel but can never find. Still, I’m starting to let go and accept the fact that they aren’t going to be calling to tell me to start dusting off my lesson plans. And I’m mostly ok with that. I mean, I really, really wanted that job, but I’ll get over it.
What I’m not getting over, and am not ok with, is the fact that they aren’t calling to tell me I didn’t get it. That’s just plain rude. I’m insulted that they are treating me–and I assume the other unsuccessful applicant–this way, particularly since unlike most HR situations, it’s not like they aren’t going to have to see us again. We’re subs; the odds are very good that we will be in this school, sooner rather than later. And then, instead of the awkward phonecall, the VP will be faced with the uncomfortable prospect of having to look us in the eye as we all avoid the elephant in the office. Bad form if you ask me.
There should be some coherent way to wrap this up, but I feel too much like warmed over crap to figure it out. So, I’m off to move the freshly washed sheets to the dryer, peel the snowpants off of the Zen Baby, hand Diva Girl a fresh bucket, and then maybe, just maybe, lie down before I pass out.
Comment by Cait
Feel better!
Posted on December 6, 2007 at 7:23 am
Comment by talentedgirl
I hope you are feeling better.
CALL THEM!!! Both of the last jobs I got, they simply hadn’t gotten around to calling and I was told I got the job when I called!!
Posted on December 6, 2007 at 8:59 am
Comment by jenny
Is totally chipper and ready to go sledding. No, seriously, she has her boots on and everything.
This cracked me up, maybe I’ve been in this house too long, we’ve been doing the barfing dance all week including a stay in hospital, kids are going to mums to night and I’m going out, to a grown place with music and alcohol! Hee hee!
Posted on December 6, 2007 at 10:08 am
Comment by Amelia
Definitely give them a call! Try it under the pretext of “I just wanted to express my enthusiasm about the position and thank you for the lovely interview.” Then you can ask when a decision will be forthcoming. I know that around here (the US midwest), schools always take FOREVER to make decisions and get them communicated — far longer than expected.
Posted on December 6, 2007 at 1:40 pm
Comment by Sarah
:(
Feel better?
Posted on December 6, 2007 at 3:29 pm
Comment by LadyMac
I’m job hunting and I would agree that it’s time to give them a call.
I think it sucks that they don’t tell you up or down ~ just expect you to go away I guess. I’ve been job hunting for several months and you wouldn’t believe the number of people who don’t even acknowledge an application or resume.
I had all but given up on one application and then got a phone call to come in for an interview - this was AFTER I sent them emails telling them how great I am and how much I can benefit them.
Good luck…. they will be lucky to have you and I hope they realize that.
Feel better soon.
Posted on December 7, 2007 at 3:34 pm
Comment by Naomi
OMG, I hope you all are feeling better. I had to laugh a little though because it reminded of when both my girls got the stomach bug at the same time about 3 years ago. They were both barfing all night long, I was washing sheets like crazy. I finally laid garbage bags on their wood bedroom floor and told the girls, if you have to barf again, just lean your head over the edge of the bed and barf on the floor. It was much easier picking up the garbage bags of vomit and laying down new garbage bags rather than continue washing sheets all night long. That was the longest night ever.
Posted on December 8, 2007 at 12:37 am
Comment by Anna
Oh! I hate it when they puke on OUR bed…that never fails! I’m so sorry! Hope everyone is feeling better. My only saving grace is that I have a washer and dryer in my basement.
Posted on December 8, 2007 at 6:02 pm