Last week, the universe laughed at me.
Loudly.
Obnoxiously.
Cruelly.
I began training at an (unnamed) for-profit online university for a part-time teaching position. They gave me voice mail and email. So I went ahead and checked the email that had apparently been set up last month when they first decided to hire me, but before I actually had the password to access it.
In the email, dated January 19, the president announced that there had been layoffs.
Talk about a rude remembrance!
And I will admit that, when I read it, part of me felt guilty for starting to teach there when I knew I’d be making money at a school that had just enacted a reduction in force, like the one I am already suffering through.
But I also know that I don’t expect people to stop teaching at my old school just because they were foolish enough to let me go. So I am continuing my training and trying to get the part-time gig because, well, it pays. And for now, that’s going to have to be enough for me.
Ouch. But at the risk of sounding trite, you gotta do what you gotta do.