Okay, so I did it. I excitement blogged, and it cursed my prospects of a new job. Or something like that. "I'll call you tonight or maybe tomorrow about an interview" turned into "I may be a department representative, but I've dropped off the face of the earth and it's been a week since I arrived in Off the Face of the Earth, and really my view is quite pleasant but there's the minor complication of not having a phone in my room".

So I sent an email, when I should have called, because I wanted to jump the gun, and maybe department rep would check email before checking phone messages at the office. But that strategy didn't work, and I want to call, but I hate that whole "Hi, I just emailed you and you didn't respond, so I thought I'd call, even though it's only been 12 hours since I sent the email and really, most of those hours you'd have been sleeping anyway".

Now I'm all "I didn't want the job anyway", and "this is a good opportunity to focus on my writing" (again). I'm off to the library, settling in to research magazines I'm pitching to this week. I'm getting excited about writing prospects, planning research trips, making lists. Which means I'll likely be offered the job teaching afterall, which will throw me into a neurotic state of option paralysis and fear of failure. It's all very confusing. On the upside, I just made a killer cup of tea. Fair Trade Assam, with a splash of cream and some local honey. Bliss.