First thing I do, even before coffee, is check the online job postings for substitutes. There are four jobs staring me in the face. I decided last night that I wanted to work, so now to choose: the first is a sixth grade self-contained in a school a 30-minute drive from here, one new to me; the second is a first grade position in a school right up the road; the third, a two-day posting half an hour south teaching Art and ESOL; and the fourth PE/Health 15 minutes inland.
After a minute’s hesitation, I press the “Accept”button for the sixth grade. The circle spins and spins and spins, pale blue flashing hyphens…nothing. So I refresh the page (not the first time the system has balked). In that brief span, all the jobs are gone—except the one I have selected. I hit “Accept” a second time and am rewarded with a confirmation. Last one taken: sixth grade. My first choice—obviously NOT everybody’s.
Wish me luck!