There were several jobs in last weeks' Oxford Times that I could possibly do... however, I applied for one having analysed carefully how each would impact on my life. Where were my certificates? Who would I ask to be Referees now that I live in a completely new area and have not worked for two and a half years? A few emails later I have found a few willing people. At the bottom of my old Naval WRNS trunk in the garage I found old folders from my last contracts and within were my certificates, neatly placed within transparent pockets, perfectly preserved as if awaiting a new lease of life.
Before he died, he insisted I keep all my folders just in case anything happened and I needed to go back to work... he was right, as always. My dilema is: a) Do I throw myself into full-time, all-consuming, exhausting teaching of the 16+ range of students? Or, b) Do I take a part-time teaching post - anywhere? Or, c) Have a part-time non-teaching post that is low-stress, but low income too? I know I need to do something! I need to get out into the world and make friends and contribute somehow, if only to keep my sanity. Ideally, I've always wanted my own business... something creative and arty...
My investments, such as they are have plummeted due to the financial crisis in America, so I cannot depend on them any more to supplement my income. Time for a radical change. It's scary after being incarcerated for so long in my safe house with my cat for company, not having to engage too much with the outside world while grieving, and getting used to being alone without him.
Even more scary is the thought of being asked to attend an interview!
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