Have a job interview at a childcare centre in Bedford next Tuesday. Kind of lucked into it. My sister, a substitute elementary school teacher, was talking to the director of the centre looking for sub work to help her make a little extra cash while she's not working over the summer, and this woman happened to mention that she was looking to hire a full time early childhood educator for the end of August. So my sister mentioned my name, and long story short, I spoke with the woman tonight. She seemed very nice, very professional, but friendly and approachable too, so a good mix. The pay sounds pretty decent, especially for the field, which is always nice to find in this profession. If I got the job I`d be working with 2.5 to 3 year olds, not my most favourite age, but a group that I definitely enjoy. She seemed impressed that I had my full ECE diploma from NSCC. She said some of her teachers have certificates from private colleges that aren't accredited (most of these programs run for something like 9 months, where as mine lasted 2 years), and this limits their options, not to mention possibly the degree and even quality of training they would have received in such programs (as opposed to what I received at NSCC), I would assume.
I`m excited, I`ve been a little concerned about finding a permanent full time job by September, so it`s nice to know that at least I`ve got a couple options now (option # 2 being that the childcare centre I am currently employed at for the summer has said they would like to hire me in the Fall if anything comes up...but I'm not sure if it will...), even if I don't end up being offered, or choosing to take, this job.
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:Diamond Mine -- Blue Rodeo
I love them, but ugh. Really can't afford the three days I had to miss from work this past week. Not much I can do about that, though. Maybe I should start robbing banks or running credit card fraud schemes or something. I don't think my current profession is going to cut it with the ever-increasing mountain of debt that seems to looming over me.
Spent most of the day cleaning today, and consequently trying not to tear the boyfriend's head off (it's okay, I'm pretty sure the feeling was mutual). I love him to pieces, but let's just say we have slightly different definitions of what the word "clean" means...
On the plus side, it's a long weekend, and I get to go shopping tomorrow with my undead posse for our costumes for the zombie walk. Should be fun!
Counting down the days until next weekend when Mike and I are going away, from Saturday to Monday (which I have off work). Our first weekend away together. Awwwww.
- Mood:
drained
