just another morning here

Yesterday someone rang me up and offered me my dream job, and I turned it down. I guess I had thought about it since the interview and realised that it was only my dream job when I existed in some alternate reality, not the one where we have three children plus a business or two to run already. I didn’t ever even find out what the hourly rate was, let alone whether there was a staff discount!

I really would have loved to work at the Apple Store, I’ve talked about it ever since I knew one was opening here, even before Josiah went back to school. I love the products (no comment, Mr P, please), would have loved to learn more about them myself, and I like to think I’m pretty good on the dealing with customers side of things too, so I would have enjoyed it as a whole.

But even more ideal would be a school based job, one that runs to school hours and term times, because it would fit in to our family life better than anything else. Not only that, but it is probably the thing that I would most enjoy, because, funnily enough, having done a degree in education and then had all the home education experience, and generally being quite fond of children, education is probably the best field for me to be in. Admittedly one could argue that demonstrating computers and gadgets to people would be education in a way, but the hours involved in a retail job were always likely to be annoying at one end of the day or the other, or during the school holidays, etc.

So anyway. Over the weekend I noticed a number of posts being advertised at a school where I would really enjoy working. And while I don’t even know if I will get an interview, let alone any of the jobs, I know I’d rather do a school based job than a shop one, even if it is the Apple Store.

So when Apple rang I was completely honest and said I didn’t want to mess them around only a couple of weeks later, so I didn’t accept their job offer. I guess most people would have taken that post and then waited to see what happened, but I couldn’t. Got off the phone and cried for an hour (must be hormonal)! Just hope I’ve done the right thing. I think I have, but it doesn’t feel very nice, as I’m back to square one and left with the choice of housework or the garage for the moment, while praying hard for one of the school jobs I’m holding out for.

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