Our weekend in Chelan has come to an end.
It was the best weekend, spent with the ladies of my family and our kids. Pool time with the kids. Cocktails and cribbage with my sister. Needless to say, a whole lot of sunkissed skin came home today.
Now I sit here, wine glass in hand, thankful for my sweet husband who deep cleaned the house when we were gone (not kidding) and is giving our son a bath while I update blogs and read emails.
On Monday morning, I have an interview for a new job. I haven't been overly nervous about the job interview because a year ago, my heart was already broken over not receiving this same job position. But heartache doesn't mean you back down and when the chance came again, I took it. Eric has been so supportive and wonderful about it. Either way, the man still loves me and wants what is best for me. Isn't that the best feeling? I think so.
I received great advice out of the blue, via text, about the interview a few minutes ago. "Don't kiss their arse, you will make the program way better so make sure they know what to expect. Other than that, don't worry because realistically, the decision has been made." This is advice from a 19 year old former student. He and I worked together for two years in the program and I believe his advice is dead on. It doesn't mean I won't go in and try but politically, I do feel the chances are slim. Surprisingly, I'm ok with it.
All I can do is my best. I will wear my fancy clothes, be professional, and give them ME. I can't control the outcome,even if I believe, in my heart of hearts, that I am the best person for this job.
By the end of this week, I will either be celebrating or commiserating. Either way, it will be the right decision for our family
BUT, if you have a few minutes around say, 9:30AM, I would love a few happy thoughts thrown my way!