I’m backtracking a bit. Today I drove through Brunswick, mind buzzing. Last week a gal I worked with didn’t return, she worked in the main dining hall on campus at Bowdion. She isn’t returning, mentioned the position to me and talked me up to her werk peeps.
I applied, poked around, got a lead on a little cabin in South Harpswell (20min away, practically on the ocean) ducks mingled and had potential to line up. Today I got a voicemail (after days of hanging around my phone) at work and returned it. Got on speaker phone, and in 10 minutes lined up an interview and bared my kitchen soul, to pleased ears.
It could get sticky, they are looking to fill the position in 2 or less weeks, I have maybe a month of MBL left. It’s a sad reality that MBL wouldn’t run without me, hardly my fault. I’m hopeful I can do a hybrid for a couple weeks, pleasing as many as I can, but this dysfunctional circus (MBL) hardly deserves me.
I’ll know more soon, and feel excited about the potential. I’ll fill you in once things flesh out
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