DAY SIXTY THREE: And the Answer is...Tune in Tomorrow

We had a great weekend traveling to Seymour for the wedding of one of my former youth and spending time with the folks from our old church.  We met some other, new people, including one lady who was the wife of one of the ministers doing the wedding.  We were talking about how we may have met before, when she brought up the only time she went to the same camp we were at, and some guy did this Captain Jack Sparrow impersonation.  I raised my hand and admitted it was, in fact me.  She then complimented me by saying that was "The best I've ever seen."  (Her words, totally  not mine.  I lean toward Russell Brand as the best, because he never drops it.)  Alas, it is retired.

We managed to make the weekend without worrying about jobs, and had a great time.  We got home, where we are dog-sitting Daisy, Kristin's brother's dog.  She is tiny, and she apparently barks at night.  We think that may come from the cats walking by her kennel at night and teasing her.  That sounds like our cats.

Today, we cleaned.  A lot. 

Then Kristin left to meet with someone, and she left her phone.  I heard it ring just in time to miss the call, so I decided to wait for the message, to see if they left one.  I began to work out, and then heard the chirp of the phone indicating a message.  I had caught the number, and though I did not recognize it, I felt it was job related.  This is probably because I have been anxious and anticipating one all day.  I paced around for a bit, then decided to wait til Kristin came home.

I did one set before I decided to call Bre- the lady Kristin was meeting with- to see if she could ask Kristin if I could check the message.  Bre didn't answer.  I give her props for that, not being rude and answering the phone during a conversation and all.  So, I went back to working out, ready to wait til Kristin got home.

After another set, I reasoned that if this was an important message, like a "Call right now for a job message" I should check it so I could go tell Kristin.  And if it was a "Sorry, you didn't get the job" message, I could take the brunt of the impact.

So, I listened.  It was from a Molley Perry at Bryan ISD, and she left a number and asked for Kristin to call her tomorrow.  I tried to determine who she was, what school she was with.  When Kristin got home, she was perplexed like I was, and we found that she was the director of Special Services- aka Special Education stuff- and was the lady Kristin interviewed with weeks ago and felt bad about it.

So, there we are, a call to return, and no idea what it could be about.  Well, we have an idea, but we don't want to get our hopes up or dash them either.  But someone wouldn't leave a message that vague if she didn't get the job, right?  And if it was for another interview, they'd ask if she was interested, right?  I mean, it has to be good, right?

There, now you can be on pins and needles like us until tomorrow.