...and another one opens, right?
Sometimes not. Sometimes there is a very hard, enormously large brick wall. No doors. No windows.
I didn't get my job. I say 'my' job, but it wasn't really. I don't believe the powers that be, and that goes all the way to the very top, appreciated my vocal, albeit kindly worded, encouragement of more hours added to the position to care for the homeless students. It took them seven years to realize that the person taking care of these most at risk students should be a full time person, not a three hour a day person. Then they let me go.
I'm incredibly sad. And not entirely sure what to do with this gigantic brick wall facing me.