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Things are a LOT better at home. However, this Friday is our tenth anniversary, and I can't take her on a trip anywhere. While we both agree that the trip can come later, I still feel bad that I'm so far off the mark from where I should be right now. That failure feeling is creeping back in. I can't do anything that I really want to do. She deserves so much more. And she certainly deserves a husband who isn't psycho.
Anyway, it's that time of year when colleges and universities are starting to look for new faculty to start next fall. I've been applying. I received my doctorate from a school whose history department is one of the top 100 in the country. Last year a really great school was THIS CLOSE to taking me. They went with someone else because that person had more research experience in pre-1877 labor history. While I was disappointed, I couldn't be angry, especially since the letter they sent me was so complimentary. And, in all fairness, most of my work focuses on the post-1877 time. Now they have another spot open. I contacted the chair from last year's search as to what I should do, without, of course, asking for special consideration. While she can't promise anything - nor would I expect it - she not only told me to reapply but she's contacting the chair of the search committee about me.
Then there's plenty of other good schools to which I figure I'd apply, including one not too far from my sister-in-law. Hell, why not? I'll never know what will happen if I didn't try.
One quick funny note - we were out shopping on Sunday while our daughter was at her 10 billionth birthday party of the weekend. Oh, you should have seen the miniskirts on sale!!!!! I'm going back in a few days!!!!!
