Oy! The best part about February is learning that whew! I’m getting a tax refund and somewhere in the middle is a day off thanks to dead presidents.  It’s normally such a crazy time at work with IB film assessments and drop-dead publishing deadlines, and, you know, all the crazy stuff that goes with work and life.  Just to add even more to the mix we had a shooting at one of our basketball games (luckily no one was hurt, but still it puts the oh shit into your day).  We’re on high alert.  Fear and frustration is draining us. 

My youngest, a high school senior, is suffering senioritis, and not too happy with me putting him on blast on Facebook —- telling all that he cannot see them any time soon.  And how dare we take the truck keys away from him and threaten to do the same with his phone?  And then there’s my other son, but let’s keep my blood pressure down and go back to writing about the without borders thing.

So yeah there’s this job interview next week.  We finally learned the location, which happens to be in a hotel that costs $400 a night (on sale!).  I found one less than a mile away that is much cheaper.  Kaylene, my daughter, and I will be a block away from the Santa Monica Pier and beach.  We’re right across the street from all the shops and restaurants, so I totally plan on enjoying this little trip.

It’s a really bad time for me to get away from work, but it’s also a really good time because I’m ready to kill someone.  As for the interview and Abu Dhabi and all of it I’m as prepared as I’m going to be. I’ve read through what I think the curriculum is, planned what I think I’d do there, answered the questions I think they’ll ask.  I’m now obsessing over what to wear, which is just crazy.  It’s a job interview.  I go in, present my way of doing things, ask and answer a few questions, and deal with whatever happens.  I’m either getting it or not.  

I have a great life here (even with all the damned stress), so no big deal if I don’t get to go overseas next year.  Yeah, I know, I don’t believe that sentence either.  My mind is set on doing this overseas thing.  It’s now or never because, eventually, my children will start having their children and I’ll want to be here for that (oh how they better not procreate just yet).  To keep the wheels moving I’ve also applied for a teaching job in Kazakhstan.  I have my heart set on Abu Dhabi now, but we had an exchange student from Kazakhstan stay with us for a week, and he was a a lot of fun.  It’d be a pretty cool —- literally with their winters —- place to experience as well.  

So, I’m rambling on just to say that I’m really looking forward to next week.  I’m not expecting to know whether or not I have the job yet, but I am totally planning on having some fun with my daughter —- and learning more about the job at the interview.  This trip will be my little sanity break that might just lead to a whole new level of insanity.

We shall see what I post about it next weekend!