Early morning at work. I was here at 7 for a meeting with the assistant principal and a parent. I didn’t have to come but I was very concerned about the kid—decided to make the extra effort. Alas! The principal did not even show up. J’ne m’amuse pas!

Anyway, I have had an extra hour to work—lots to do when you are leaving. I woke up much better today than yesterday. I am hoping that if the college is going to call for an interview, it will be today. This is the day they meet to decide who gets interviewed. I may not be, and really that is okay. I mean that because then it leaves me with Clear Lake and it could be much worse. For pity’s sake, how bad could it be working for the Doc?

The biggest reason I want them to call or to tell me they aren’t is because I have to change that plane ticket PRONTO! There are still some low prices on Tuesday. I need to save money in every way possible. Aunty Rose (Shachah person) wrote this morning and offered me her spare bedroom that weekend so once I leave the hotel I would have a place to stay—I even found a cheap rental car I reserved in case I need it—so it is feasible. But, as usual, I am IN LIMBO.

Argabuga! (that is English for J’ne m’amuse pas!)