Sorry

So I realize I haven't posted in awhile. There's an explanation. Well, several.

After much discussion, we decided (my husband and me) that I needed to get a full-time position that brought in regular money, i.e. not XX amount this month and XX amount next month. So subbing was out. I got a job making okay money at one of the largest employers in Alabama. I hated it. Words cannot describe how horrible it was and how close I felt to having to go back to the therapist. I actually began contemplating horrible things and knew that this was not healthy for my family. Why, you ask was it so horrible? This would be a really long post if I went into it all. The people were not friendly. I was rushed, they were rushed and no one had much time to train me because of the budget crunch. Some ladies doing similar jobs said they didn't take a lunch hour but worked through theirs because they had to catch up. They didn't get overtime, so this means they were giving up hours a week, days a month to this place rather than get up and take a walk around the block. It was insane. The people I was working directly with were nice, but I couldn't keep that job because of the other aspects.

So I quit on a Monday and went in to sub at the local middle school that same day. I was in heaven. LOVE being with kids. The next day I went back and subbed. Oh, the joy! Loved it - history class. They were great kids and I couldn't have asked for a better change. Then I got a call from another place asking me if I'd take a job there. (I had interviewed at several places the weeks prior.) Of course I said yes. It was a part-time job but it was steady money and I'd still be able to do my research projects and kid stuff (appointments, games, etc.) in the afternoons.

I cannot tell you how wonderful it has been at the new place. Everyone (really!) has been so nice to me. From the time I got to the front gate to the lunchroom, everyone is smiling and nice. It is such a shock. I wonder if God didn't put me in that horrible place just so I could appreciate how wonderful this new place is.

In the meantime, that long-talked-about article in the Vulcan Historical Review has been published, which can be purchased through UAB. (Write me if you want one.) And the History Channel sent me a note asking if I'd be interested in being a historical reviewer for places in Alabama. While it is an unpaid position, I gladly said yes. So one day this weekend, my husband and I will visit a museum in central Alabama dedicated to POWs in WWII. More on that later. Promise.