Paging Hil - recs on ankle braces? amyth has a torn ligament and probably needs surgery but won't be able to get it for a while.

Sorry -- I got mine from my doctor's office, and I can't find a brand name anywhere on it.

I just finally got the official offer from the first school that offered me a job. Another is supposed to call me sometime this afternoon, but they haven't called yet. And the third is supposed to contact me sometime soon.

{{Kate}} Don't feel bad about being upset, it's upsetting!

Also, {{Pix}}

Whoa. Just got another email asking me for an interview. This one's from an OK school in a fabulous location.

Cool. How long can you drag your feet on your job offer in Georgia?

Cool. How long can you drag your feet on your job offer in Georgia?

Until Friday.

Max had another follow-up visit with the vet this afternoon. She's encouraged -- Max even gained a little weight.

Still quite a way to go, but he's on the right track.

Yay—go Max!

Go Max!

What's up, Pix?

I told the school months ago that I couldn't go on the upcoming Mon-Fri 9th grade camping trip (the one I've gone on the past few years) because ND would be out of town and I didn't have the money to pay for a housesitter. Keep in mind that this has always been a voluntary thing--it's not in our contract. At the time they said it was fine. This weekend I got another email saying they really needed me, even though it was last minute. I wrote back again to explain that I couldn't go for financial reasons with ND out of town, not just because of the house but also because I need to take care of his business and we were under other major financial constraints (which we are, involving the IRS, though neither ND and I particularly want to talk about it more than that). I got a very rude, short response from the Head saying essentially, "This is very disappointing. Next year this will be a contractual obligation." I ended up in tears in the upper school director's office, explaining that I am not a bad person and have always done what I can for the school but that I truly can't do it and she basically (obliquely) said that she got it and was sorry and I should just lie low and avoid the Head because she is unreasonable and has a bad temper.

So yeah. Please send your strongest ~ma towards my potential new job, because I need to get the fuck out of here.

Yay Max!

I haven't lived in Nashville for seventeen years, Kate, and it's making me choke up, seeing and reading the stories of what's going on.

Same here. 16 years.

Getting-the-hell-out ~ma, Pix. That's ridiculous.