Last November, I applied for a part-time position as an ESOL teacher at TAFE. Just before Christmas, I got a letter to say that the decision process would be postponed until Term 1 due to the [summer] holidays.
Three weeks ago, I received a phone call telling me that I had an interview on 25th March. Why didn't I mention it, you ask? I guess I just don't want people to know that I'm trying for something then have to say what the result was!
Anyway...I attended the interview as prepared as I could be; I had all the documents I was supposed to have, I had samples of work one of my classes had just produced [the week before]; I even had a new pair of shoes [did I say I don't like shopping for clothes or shoes? Sorry RoseRed!] and the blisters to go with them!
Let me side-track for a moment, WM had an interview for a promotional position with a NSW government department in January, and we still haven't heard the result. We have been [im]patiently waiting to hear because it could mean major changes to our situation.
And now, back to my story....On Wednesday afternoon, yes, that's right, the very next day, I had a phone call from one of the head teachers at TAFE asking if I could [and would like] to work Friday. Now, I had a knit-n-natter planned for the morning and lunch with a very dear friend afterwards, so what did I do? I said 'yes', of course.
And so it came to pass, that I am now a part-time English teacher at TAFE! I even taught again today! It's no big deal, right? Yes it is!! [to me anyway].