Semantics

Per some conversations I’ve been having recently, I’m wondering…how do those of you out in blogworld refer to the person with whom you’re in a mutually exclusive relationship?

Once you get past a certain age, the terms “boyfriend” and “girlfriend” seem almost silly. On the other hand, though, there doesn’t seem to be a viable alternative.

Significant Other
Okay, but almost overly PC. Also nearly always refers to a spouse.

Partner
This one carries with it a certain connotation…for example, if I referred to my “partner,” I suspect that people might get the idea that Jen is more than just my roommate.

“Friend”
For one, it smacks of those distasteful Molson ads. And for another, one might look silly making those quote marks in the air all the time. Think Say Anything.

Lover
Really, can anyone say this without thinking of Will Ferrell on SNL and giggling? “My lov-ah.”
*snicker*

(okay, reading those two in succession makes me want to break into song. “And I’ll be your friend…and I’ll be your luuuuuuuuhvah.” Ah, Gloria Loring and Carl Anderson. Ahem.)

And, as R’s friend Debbie pointed out:

My Main Squeeze
“is more appropriate to a favourite accordion than a loved one.”

Hee. 😉

After seeing Best in Show (yep, I’ve finally seen it…*loved* it. I don’t know if I’m willing to pick a favorite, though.) I rather enjoyed the idea of using “euphemism.”

Could it be?

I had my interview at the rural high school this morning.

I think it went very well.

This was just round 1; they’ll be doing callbacks for a second round of committee interviews, then bringing finalists back to be observed teaching a lesson.

BUT this is for an actual *job*. Not a long-term sub position. Someone is retiring.

And it sounds fabulous. Some sections of sophomore English, one section of juniors, and two senior electives. One of them being…CREATIVE WRITING!

I know. Too good to be true, right?

I got along quite well with the principal. The interview went about 40 minutes, and he said that he hoped to be seeing me next week for the second round. I said, “Well, I hope so, too.” (big smile)

Before I left, I popped in to the superintendent’s office to introduce myself. We talked for a few minutes about some of my old teachers, people that he knew. Small world, indeed.

Don’t want to get my hopes up too high yet, but I felt really, really good when I left.

2 second update

God, I’m busy today. And wasting far too much time. 😛

Here’s what’s news…

Signed up for NaNoWriMo. Yep, I’ve committed. Eep! I’m going to have to put myself on a schedule, I think. I should also get practicing. Start doing some of those daily writing prompts over at TC.

Didn’t get the community relations job with the school district. I was more excited about it in theory…after all, what I really want is to be teaching. I actually had a moment of panic as I was calling the guy back, wondering what I would do if it was offered to me.

Haven’t heard yet about Monday’s interview. Still hopeful.

Have another interview scheduled for Friday morning. This is the one with the rural district where the guy from my hometown is superintendent.

Whee!

Happy anniversary

Today is my anniversary.

Today, it has been one year since the artist formerly known as assboy (I’ve taken, of late, to referring to him as “X”. As in “the ex.” While the title “assboy” has served me well and has been quite entertaining, it suggests a certain amount of hostility.) confessed his sins and changed everything.

I remember one conversation we had in those first couple of weeks…he was wallowing. His level of self-loathing was almost unbearable. I don’t know if he expected me to reassure him, say “no, no. X. It’s okay. You’re not a bad person,” but I couldn’t. I was in too much pain myself. He actually said to me, in the middle of one of these self-deprecating rants, “And now I’ve destroyed you.”

Whoa. Hold on. Back up there, my friend.

“No, X. You destroyed us. You didn’t destroy me.”

I still find it a little bit amazing that even in those horrible, dark, sad, self-pitying moments, I was able to recognize my own strength. I knew that even though I was hurting, even though I was angry and sad, and yes, scared of being alone again, that I would be fine.

And I am. In fact, I’m more than fine.

Happy anniversary to me.

More job news

I got a rejection letter for the aide position that I didn’t want anyway. See? Moot. 🙂 (Incidentally, after talking to a couple of people in the field, I’ve determined that a paraprofessional position would be a good idea IF it was in a district where I’d like to get my foot in the door. This position? Not my ideal work environment anyway, so probably not where I’d want to be working.)

I have an interview this afternoon for a high school long-term sub position. Wish me luck!

The community college where I’m now teaching is advertising for a full-time job starting in January. Hmmm…

Back when I was deciding to go back to school, I had been thinking that teaching at the college level was my ultimate goal. However, I knew that this would probably mean pursuing a doctorate at some point, which I am not quite prepared to do. Then I discovered that I do actually *like* teaching high school.

This is to say that I’m at something of a crossroads right now. I could go either way. I feel fairly confident that I would be happy in either position, so if this opportunity in higher ed were to present itself to me, I would pursue it…I’ve always thought it was something I might want to do “someday” anyway.

I’m feeling very confident about interviews in general lately. I used to take rejections personally, but more experience has changed that. I realize now that a rejection doesn’t mean that I was bad, or that I performed poorly in the interview. More likely that they found someone who was, for whatever reason, a better fit for the position. I came out of two interviews last week feeling good…and so I know that if I don’t get hired, it wasn’t because they didn’t like me. Let’s hope this positive attitude stays with me!

Na na why don’t you get a job?

Update on the job front:

Both interviews yesterday went very well. As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t like interviews. I hate them, in fact. So it was unusual for me to come out of not one but two interviews feeling confident.

The only appealing thing about job #1 is that it has benefits. Health insurance would be so nice. However, R warned me that it would probably be a mistake to take a job in my field that is “beneath” me.

“It smacks of desperation, and no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to get rid of it.”

“But I am desperate,” I joked.

No, seriously, it does make some sense.

I got a call from the HR director at the school district, job #2, telling me that I did a very good job and that the committee was still making their decision. He also said that they were going to be doing some background checking. This makes me nervous for several reasons:

1. I did not provide them with references. They didn’t ask.
2. I did not have to fill out an application.
3. The school district is in the same community as the evil non-profit agency that fired me back in 2001. I DO NOT want them speaking to the director of said agency.

eep.

Also, I have an interview scheduled for a long-term sub job in another school district next Monday. They called today, apparently just from going through their application files. Yay!

I also applied for another long-term sub job in a rural district where–get this–the superintendent of schools is from my hometown! (Well, sort of. A neighboring community that pulled into the same school district.) He taught at my school for a number of years, and I’m pretty sure I had a relative of his for social studies. Also, my grandfather was president of the school board when he was hired. Small world, eh? I sent the letter and resume directly to him and mentioned my town in the letter. Whee!

What a day

Lots to say about the weekend, but first I need to talk about my day. I decided to be bold and make a follow-up call on a resume I sent last week, regarding a job I am highly qualified for. The director of personnel said they’d already selected some people for interviews and my name didn’t ring a bell, but asked me to fill him in on my background. I did, and as I suspected, my combined background in journalism/PR AND education was intriguing. He said he’d give my resume another look.

And lo, I now have an interview for tomorrow evening. A 9-person committee interview, which sort of frightens me…

So here’s the thing. My class tomorrow normally runs from 4:30 to 5:45. I need to be at this interview at 6:15. In any event, I would have to cut the class short. (I’m talking like in half. I would *need* a solid 45 minutes to get from one place to the other.) So do I cut the class short, or cancel it outright?

I also got a call about an aide position that I applied for, which I am also interviewing for tomorrow. I’m freaking out a little bit.

Internet dating, Part II

Today is exactly two months since R and I met. Exciting, ain’t it?

A little bit of background…in what was a bit of a twist of events for me, I contacted him on said Internet dating site. Since I didn’t actually have an account, I did one of those little free wink/icebreaker thingies. He responded with an email telling me that it was interesting that I had contacted him, since he’d had my profile saved.

I sent him an email this morning pointing out the date, and he replied with the original email he’d sent me. He also pointed out that we went from initial email to meeting in three days.

Pretty cool, indeed… 😉

Er, anyway. There’s something resembling a point coming here, I promise. 😉

So we were talking this afternoon about the fact that it was unusual for me to have been the “pursuer.” My approach to online dating had pretty much been “post profile and see who responds.” Every now and then I would contact someone, usually either getting no response or exchanging a few emails and fizzling out. There was one other guy I contacted (er…because my mom found him and thought he was cute…) and actually met, but clearly that didn’t work out either.

Stick with me. Getting there.

So anyway, R told me that he has spoken to women friends who have had much more success with Internet dating when they have been the ones doing the initial contacting. He suspects that it’s because there’s an element of the woman being less worried about the man being a psycho/rapist/murderer/freak/weirdo when she’s the one who contacted him.

I don’t think I’ve ever thought of it quite like that, but it certainly seems to have worked out better for me this way! What do you think, dear readers?

Then why are you smiling?

Inigo Montoya: Because I know something you don’t know.

Westley: And what is that?

Inigo Montoya: I am not left handed.

No, my friends. I am not left handed.

However, I’ve recently made a bizarre observation.

Most of you know at least something about my dating history. Up until now, I’ve had three significant long-term relationships. J in high school, K in college, and assboy.

They were all left handed.

And so is R.

So apparently? My “type” is left handed. Because really, this is the ONLY thing these four men have in common.

heehee.

Monday, monday

Grrr at my computer.

I started writing a little post about my weekend and the computer froze.

I use notepad when I’m at work, so I didn’t think it was such a big deal. Normally, things written in notepad are automatically saved.

But no. Not this time.

Grrrrrr…

Friday night, I had my first class at the Y. Started out with only three girls, all around 7. Eek! We stretched, did some basic motions and jumps. We were working on the jumps when three more girls (sisters) arrived. The parents thought the class started an hour later than it did. I told them to come on in anyway.

We had a bit of chaos for 10 or so minutes. I then decided to try teaching them a simple sideline chant. Er…yeah. We’ll have to keep working on that. 🙂

Immediately following the class, some guy in an official YMCA shirt came up to me, asked me my name, and asked if I was going to be teaching the cheerleading class for the whole session. I said yes, I think so.

“Jerry hired you, right?”

Er, yes…

“Well, he resigned this week.”

Ah. perfect. So everyone is clueless. They have no idea who is doing what for the youth sports program, and they don’t know where my paperwork is. The paperwork I spend TWO HOURS doing last Sunday. If they think I’m doing it again, they are so dead wrong.

Met up with R after class, still in my workout garb. He asked if I wanted to go out for dinner or order in, and I said that it didn’t matter, but I would of course have to change my clothes if we were going out.

“I don’t want you to change. You look so cute,” he said.

We ordered in. 🙂

After we ate, we watched A Mighty Wind…this is part of my crash course in Christopher Guest. Last week, I also watched Spinal Tap (finally) and Waiting for Guffman. I loved them both. I also learned that Christopher Guest played Count Rugen in The Princess Bride. I’m definitely won over. He’s brilliant and hilarious.

Headed home to PA on Saturday, feeling the pain of my 30-year-old, ridiculously out-of-shape body crying out in protest at having been forced to do jumps.

“You’re not 18 anymore, Erin,” my muscles reminded me.

Yes, yes. I get it.

The main purpose of the trip home was to see my dad play Victor Velasco in a community theater production of Barefoot in the Park. They did a great job, and dad got lots of laughs.

We decided to make apple pie on Sunday (mmmm…), which was quite good, if I do say so myself.

Okay, look for my thoughts on the Emmys a little bit later.