As I was walking to the bus stop on Saturday, I passed a family of three. I had my headphones in, so it took me a moment, but I realized the mother was saying “Excuse me! Excuse me!” I thought I’d dropped something, but she wanted to know if I had a job. When I said that I did, she asked if I had friends who might be looking for a job in September. I selfishly and immediately thought of Michelle, but told the lady I would have to ask around. She also insinuated that I could start there in September, too, which I may wind up taking them up on if I can’t get a 6-month-only kindergarten contract where I am now.
The best parts of this whole encounter: the school is called Űncle Jïmmy Language School, and it’s really close to my house.
So, Michelle… interested?