Decisions Decisions

Confession time.

I've been known to spend several hours contemplating a restaurant menu weeks prior to a visit, and weddings are always precluded by up to seven trips into the living room in various dresses for the scrutiny of my roommates. Buying cereal has always been a daunting task. After all, one must weigh cost, calories, fiber, sugar, and any array of nutrients. Other choices I leave to "random" chance. I distinctly remember using "eenie meenie miney mo" to select several answers on my ACT and flipped a coin to select my college major (a truth I may not admit to, had it not all turned out so well for me). This flaw alone causes me to align with my silly astrological sign of Libra. I certainly don't follow horoscopes, but admittedly can spend weeks comparing options and the weight of each on the grand "scale".

Suddenly, I don't have weeks. I don't even  know if I have "week". I must somehow choose between taking a job I'd never dreamed I'd find, and the possibility of my dream job. Bob (or Drew, or Monty, or Howie...choose your favorite), is offering me door number one without a hint of what could be waiting behind dozens of other doors.

There's hardly a wrong choice to be made. I've been reminded many times over that there are no unemployed physics teachers. But, where to be employed is a much less certain matter. Next week, I'll present a lesson to my old 8th grade geometry classroom to be recorded and sent to Pewaukee. Thursday is the last day for applications to Holmen High School's physics position to be submitted. If all goes well, I'll be offered a job in Pewaukee no sooner than next Thursday and be granted a week to think. By the end of said week (because I've granted myself the authority to plan interview schedules), I will have interviewed (or been informed that I will not be interviewed) for Holmen. If I can ascertain a feeling of promise or hopelessness my decision will be easy...Otherwise there may be some coin flipping going on.