After all that, they hired the other person for the University staff job. From this, I learn that if my instincts say "They haven't called you because the answer is no," that is correct. I don't know, maybe they thought I wasn't student-centered enough or something; I was actually very well qualified for this job. The last person they hired was completely student-centered and an unmitigated disaster. Also, because it was for a religiously-oriented director position, I was honest in a lot of ways that don't come up in a job interview usually. I feel more than a little personally insulted - because in some ways, it is that I personally was not good enough for them. So. Miffed! Disappointed!
Well... I guess we won't be going to the Hillel much next year. There's a nice congregation about 45 minutes away. I always wanted to spend half my life driving small children around.
I have learned something important about myself: I am, in fact, not very happy to keep doing what I'm doing here. I'm bored. I want a job. I don't have anything meaningful to do other than chase around my kids, which I hate. However, it's starting to look like I'm never going to find a job here unless I want to be a waitress or a secretary. Or a peon, but the last peon job I applied for wouldn't hire me because they thought I was too managing and wouldn't stay. (Which was true.) Lest you think I am exaggerating, there are 7000 people here, 24,000 people in the entire county which is 600 square miles, and one city. One. The one with 7000 people. The nearest places of work are 45+ minutes away, which is completely un-doable here because the daycares - both of them - close at 5. The median income is $46,000... per household. My life satisfaction with Small Town is starting to decrease. I'm envisioning my life stretching out before me just as it is now, or with some low-interest job thrown in, and I am deeply unhappy with that vision. Maybe we won't stay forever, after all.