Anyway, I made it up and got to the interview, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. By the way, what does that saying really mean? I actually don't know. So, I get there and it's pretty much adrenaline that's keeping me focused and able to talk. The interview goes well. They like me, I like them. They like my questions. I get the "deluxe" tour of the school.
Come home and just crash on the couch. SO exhausted, physically and mentally. I have until 1:00 p.m. to hear from this interview and until 5:00 to hear from the other school in Wichita. I try to focus on something, anything, but that proves much too difficult for my fatigued body. I wake up at noon. No calls. Kill time for an hour and a half. No calls. So much for that interview.
Can I just say that I don't handle rejection very well? I mean, I could handle it no problem if I knew I'd totally blown it, but I really felt good about that interview. Especially because I was so tired during it! I really felt like my time with them had been wasted. And I know that because the interview was so good and they still didn't want me that means that God is definitely doing something in this situation. He just doesn't want me at that school. Actually, when 4:45 p.m. rolled around it was clear He didn't want me in Wichita either.
I call the principal in Ashland and tell him that I would love to accept the position. As we're talking I have a Word document up on my computer trying to write down all of the crazy things I need to do. I'm slowly beginning to freak out. The things on that list are crazy! Real, ADULT decisions! Welcome to the real world, MB.
Then I make some phone calls, write some e-mails, and update my ever-changing Facebook status. I never got much of a response from these, and, to be honest, I was a little hurt. I really thought people would have more to say about this major change. Maybe people were taken aback by the news. Who knows.
Celebration dinner with the C's. Steak, grilled veggies, and salad. Yum. Then another crash. I wake up at 10:00 p.m. and head out to the Shocker Baseball game. That's right. You heard me. A Shocker game at 10:30 p.m. Ridiculous, right? Well, you're not wrong. The rain earlier today delayed everything significantly, so the game started at the time it was originally scheduled to finish.
And let me tell you. It was a tough game. Late. Tired. Cranky. And some poor playing by the Shockers. They still won, but it was tough. You know how there are nail-biters and then there are NAIL-BITERS? Well, this was a NAIL-BITER. It was one of those games where you just pray that it will all end soon because the team's performance is slowly backsliding and we can't afford any more mistakes. Players screaming. Coaches and umps fighting. Me throwing sunflower seeds at the sky and shouting curses. Ok, not really shouting curses, but some sunflower seeds definitely saw some air time. Ugh. The entire stadium was freaking out. But we pulled it out. You can bet those boys will be running LOTS of laps tomorrow because of tonight.
Anyway, a long day. A big day. So tired now. Sleep please.
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