So, as many of you who have this blog on your radar know, I am currently unemployed. This past week, though, I had a highly successful meeting with a recruiter named Susie at a national temp/recruiting agency. Yay, right? Right, but there was something else. They required me to give a reference from my last job. That was a bit of a problem, as my supervisors from my last job adored my teaching, but were not really thrilled with how much time off I took. There was a point in the interview, where I had to say something. "About my references," I started. I don't remember my exact words, but they boiled down to this. I had some serious problems starting in September 2010, starting with a miscarriage, and I never quite bounced back. I am a chronic depressive. I am on medication, and I keep it in check with regular therapy and visits to my psychiatrist. I had problems getting to work some days, especially with a long commute. I said it. I laid everything down. It ...
The back of the house is where theater's black magic happens. It's a place where empires rise and fall, where people love and hate, and the place where gods live and die. And yet, like the man in the movie said, it all turns out all right in the end. It's a mystery. Which is another word for miracle.