I’ve been in a temporary job for 15 months. It was in the process of becoming permanent.
On the third anniversary of my dad’s death, I was told that it would not become permanent. Sort of like a firing. Well that afternoon they did extend me another three months, so here I am doing my job, sort of a lame duck.
Meanwhile my husband has found a fellowship on the other side of the country. I’m not sure what that means for me.
Also, I reached out to an old friend from my academic days and rekindled a friendship. That part was nice. We went out to a university restaurant for Greek food last week; falafel and octopus, and brussels sprouts.