The Powers That Be have a weird sense of humour, if you ask me. I started looking for a job in Peterborough about eight months ago. After seven months of sending resumes off and getting absolutely nowhere, I was offered the position with the provincial government that I've accepted. That happened on a Tuesday. On the Wednesday of that same week, I got home to find an email from the college in Peterborough asking if I was available to teach a couple of courses there. On the Friday, I had a call from Trent University asking if I was still interested in a library position I'd applied for several months earlier. Seven months of nothing followed by three offers in one week. Sheesh.
Then there's the saga of the little yellow house. I really liked it, but chickened out of making an offer on it two weekends ago. There was a minor bidding war between two buyers; Buyer #1, who won, backed out of his offer yesterday (he didn't like the fact that the floors weren't perfectly flat--it's a 150-year-old house!). The real estate agent sent emails out to everyone who had expressed an interest in the house informing them of this yesterday morning. However, as I can no longer access my home email account from work, I didn't see the message until around 8 pm. By that time, Buyer #2 from the bidding war had submitted another offer and it had been accepted. It's a conditional offer, so it may yet fall through, but that seems unlikely. ::sniffles::
In other news, I just got the estimate from the movers to haul all my stuff to Ptbo. Dear God in heaven--this little jaunt is going to bankrupt me.
