Long time readers might remember how I dealt with my complete and total failure on the job market last year. I spent the better part of a couple of months lying in bed, sucking my thumb and watching hours and hours of The Wire. My problem was, I'd actually sorted of expected to do better. Not get a job necessarily, but for my 94 applications, I thought I'd do better than three APA interviews followed by sweet fuck all else. I wanted a fly-back. I wanted to give a job talk. I got nothing, and the failure to get anything I'd hoped for hit me like a piece of rebar in the stomach every time I thought about it.
As fun as that was, I don't want to do it again. So this year, the plan was to keep my thoughts about the market in check--to expect and to hope for nothing. That was the plan anyway.
I just got an e-mail telling me about a job opening I can apply for. The thing is, it's in the same city as a job the Future Dr. Mrs Dr. PGS is applying for. Getting jobs in the same city--me in philosophy, her in her MLA discipline--is our only hope of not going back to a long distance relationship at the end of this year. And sweet holy God, I don't want us to go back to long-distance.
So the plan for the year's dead in the water, I'm hoping for everything, and while the excitement feels good, I've got a bad, bad feeling about the beating I'm going to take in the spring.