It's official. I got a job as a school media specialist! I'm still in shock that things actually worked out for me. Of course being the quirky/annoying person that I am, I find myself thinking about all the stupid things I said during the interview. I got the job. Shouldn't I be happy and let it go? Yes, but not me. No, I must worry and go over every stupid thing that came out of my mouth. Perhaps it's my twisted way of mentally, and somewhat physically, uncurling after being in the fetal position for months wondering if I would ever get to be a media specialist. Why not beat myself up now that it's over? That's a theory anyway.
I am excited, yet I keep thinking someone is going to call and say that the committee made a mistake. They dialed the wrong number and did not mean to hire the crazy woman. I am going to visit the media center tomorrow and I am bringing the pink flamingo that I bought for my office. I don't know why I felt that a pink flamingo was a must-have for a school library, but it seemed right at the time. I will use her—I named her Flora—to mark my territory and then I will look forward to my exciting and long awaited future. Can't wait to meet my kiddos!
