I can finally get back to my usual strategy of telling you what’s actually going on! Hurray.
I will not bore you with the details of what a stressful couple of weeks it has been. The outcome of that stress is that the Flying Buttress has accepted an awesome tenure track job in that somewhat rural place that I mentioned a while ago. I’m super happy for him. It’s such a great offer. We are both super excited to have some plans falling into place, and to be able to abandon our nightly conversations about how soul sucking the job market is. We’re both also nervous. I do like open spaces but I’ve never lived in a red state before (one of the reddest), though the actual town we’ll be living in seems kind of okay. Still, I’m super nervous about being a queer couple who’s not even queer in typically legible ways in an extremely conservative place that I’ve never been. Actually, I worry about a different thing every day and that’s what is worrying me today. Yesterday it was whether I’d be able to find udon noodles for my favorite guilty pleasure dinner of noodles with peanut sauce. So yeah, my brain is a little scattered. I’m still processing this pretty brand new information.
The turn this story has taken that I did not see coming: When F.B. was negotiating the deal he mentioned his partner, and, you know, that I might like a job. While they have networked people into jobs in the University and surrounding areas, there’s not a ton to choose from. But they did seem enthusiastic about hiring me as a lecturer in the English department. I might not be such a post-academic after all.
To be honest, this prospect thrills me. I can’t pursue an MSW for at least another year there, and it would require some serious travelling so probably I wouldn’t do that for a while. And if I’m going to have a job that pays the bills, I’m thinking I might as well have one that gives me solid vacation time and where I don’t have to sit in an office 40 hours a week, because the 9-5 thing has never been my fave. It sounds like benefits are a distinct possibility and I think I’d have reasonable job security. I do feel hesitant about joining the ranks of contingent academic labor for political reasons. But I feel uncomfortable about a lot of the facts of my life for political reasons. I’m also really curious to see how I like teaching without the simultaneous pressures of research.
It’s not a done deal but F.B. seems to think that it’s highly likely that this will work out. I have no idea what this means for my or our long term plans. I’m trying not to think about that too much right now. I am incredibly relieved to take a break from the last year of not having any clue what was coming next. I figure I’ll take a year in which a few things, like my job, are somewhat familiar while I try to adjust to the 95% of my world that has been turned upside down.
And if that doesn’t work out, it seems like goat farms are actually pretty prominent in that region. So I have a solid backup plan. Totally solid.