Only Me

God has a strange sense of humor.  So I started looking for a job...because I feel at some point I should use my degree doing the things in college they said I could do....things like PR and Hospitality, and file random documents and answer phones.  So I found an add on craigslist for a receptionist position at a Chiropractic office.  I sent my resume and hoped for the best.  So yesterday I get a call from the Chiropractor's wife who saw my resume and wanted to know if I would be interested in teaching at one of her Montessori schools.  I would be able to work 4, 10-hour shifts and have Fridays off.  I could do parent tours...or I could possibly work at the chiropractor's office in the morning and then help at the Montessori school in the afternoons. So I agree to meet with her on Thursday morning.

Right after I hang up the phone with Ann (the Montessori owner) I realize "Oh crap, my car is still in the shop and my husband is in the Boundary Waters communing with trees and trying to catch fish and will therefore be unable to drive me to said appointment.  No sooner do I have this realization and go into a state of semi-panic than Jimmy the Friendly Mechanic calls.  He was able to get to my car way earlier than expected and I can pick it up this afternoon.

So in this weird world I feel a sense of inevitability.   It seems strange to me that every time I reach out to do something thats not childcare I am steered right back to it.  Am I somehow meant to work with children forever?