The Walking Dead

It has been raining for days upon days upon days here in North Texas. I feel like I am in the Amazon in the rainy season (just without the big trees and seven pound spiders). A couple of weeks ago, I had a job interview in a large, prosperous school district just outside of Dallas. Of course, it was raining on this particular day, and this particular storm was particularly nasty.

It takes me a little over an hour to get to this place, so I got up early and showered, intent on making a good impression. I stepped out of the shower and BAM! our electricity went out. For those of you who have never shown up to an interview with ratty, wind-dried hair, make-up done in the dark (I'm not all that good at it to begin with), and with an outfit that you aren't quite sure matches, it's really a lot of fun. Having shown up looking like the Walking Dead, you can imagine my surprise when they called to offer me a job.

I called a friend of mine who works down the hall at the school, and we jumped up and down like giddy school girls (at least I did). She heartily congratulated me and informed me that the school at which we will be working is the Westlake/Highland Park of this particular area. She said I never had to worry about locking my car because all the kids had nicer cars than I did. Lovely. But, let's face it, nice cars or not, I am pretty freaking excited.