My Monday I did not get called to substitute teach this morning. Just as well, last week I pulled a couple of really easy assignments so, I am about due insane preachers' kids on crack. Law of averages you know.

Instead of substituting I went to the Monday Morning Big Book meeting. Talk about insane preachers' kids on crack. The chair had stomach flu so they asked me to chair. "When asked to serve, serve," the old timers always told me, so I chaired.

When I got home from the morning meeting there were two messages (Vonage Rocks) waiting for me. I naturally assumed they were bill collectors and I almost did not listen to them. "Life on life's terms," I heard the committee in my head say. So I listen to the messages. The messages were two H.R. people wanting to interview me for jobs. Two actual jobs that are in driving distance and in my field. I just don't get God.  ¶ 11/14/2005 07:18:00 PM