Something very good happened for KYLady this week. Something she has hoped, hoped, hoped for finally happened. After all that hope and the milestone is here, she is worried, worried, worried. It makes no sense at all. KYLady is just an old worry-wart, apparently.
Phase 2 of career change is official. I have another job – two teaching jobs now, plus my real job. The offer came in earlier this week. I about choked when I saw the email. Where there is usually rejection verbage in the email title, something like SORRY, it said WELCOME. My mind refused to believe it until the email opened and my eyes confirmed that it was, in fact, a solid offer. I’m in. Not only am I in, they want me to begin teaching my first class on May 11. I have to finish a bunch of self-paced training first. There’s not much time…and I have to travel for my real job again which eats into my free time…and I have two other classes that don’t wrap up until May 8…and I am just starting a class on Coursera this week that I really really wanted to finish, but now it seems completely out of the question to continue with it.
|KyLady wishes she could be more like Wonder Woman|
The new job will be teaching master-level classes…something very different for me. I wonder how that will be…like, am I good enough for that? In some ways I’m a jack of all IT trades and a master of none. At the same time, I’m very specialized in some areas. I do believe though, at this level in an online program, I will be more like a facilitator and administrator rather than a teacher. I want to do good, whatever it takes. Dr KYLady will find a way to be successful with this. I need to find at least one more teaching job before asking my real-job supervisor if I can change to part-time hours. Going part-time will herald Phase 3 of Career Change.
We are supposed to have the most perfect spring weather tomorrow – sunny, and 80 degrees. With so much hanging over my head, I’m determined to get up early and take my kayak out. It has been sitting in the garage through all the winter snow and ice waiting for the lakes to thaw. It misses me. I miss it. I must go early because every fisherman will be putting his boat in the water somewhere tomorrow. There will be old fishermen in the morning, but the younger ones will sleep in. They are the ones I hate to be out on the water with. They are noisy and obnoxious. They “fish” to spend a day out on the lake drinking with their buddies.
KYLady bought seeds this week – Someone insists we plant half runners and Silver Queen. Blah! If it were me having my way in the garden, we would grow Derby beans and a super-sweet hybrid corn, such as Candy or How-Sweet-It-Is. Heck…I’d like to have the job to name plant varieties and paint colors…wouldn’t that be fun? I also bought seeds for lettuce, carrots, and radishes. These will not be planted in our regular garden. No sir! These are going into a new raised bed that I will construct in all my free time in the next two weeks.
My raised bed will go directly behind our house close in where I expect Miss Gracie to keep the deer and critters, and most importantly – MOLLY, out of it. Molly likes nothing more than to lay and roll around in a nice soft bed of lettuce. It’s especially important that my mini-garden do exceptionally well. Why? Because Someone insists that if raised beds were practical, his grandfather and father would have used them. Someone comes from a long lineage of know-it-alls. I asked Someone if his dad or grandfather grew carrots. He said no. Of course they didn’t! It’s hard to grow nice carrots in this dense clay soil without a raised bed. Duh! He’s a non-believer, so we must prove him wrong.
My youngest ladies will both be home this weekend to apply for summer jobs. I do hope they are successful in finding work. It will be good experience for them to have real jobs and work for money. It’s good for anyone to earn his or her own money – it gives the person a better sense of how he or she is spending money….meaning how much work or time does it take to earn x-amount of money, and is the item worth that much work or time to him or her. You don’t get that same intuition when you are always spending money somebody else has earned.