Photo: jasonb42882, Flickr Creative CommonsFly sex seems so passionless. There are no quivering thoraxes, no tiny passionate squeaks or buzzes. It's just a lengthy connection at the abdomen and a wait for it to be over. It's kind of like trying to check out at Wal-Mart during peak shopping hours. You're going to be there a while and everything is dirty.
It was probably for the best then that my rubber band flew true and crushed the not-so-much lovers. A life in which reproduction calls for more of a willingness to put up with boredom than it does for ecstasy isn't worth living*. In addition to those two, I managed to kill almost all of the flies in my house yesterday. I lost my best rubber band before I killed the last one and those hair-thin types just don't have the oomph or the killing radius.
On a similarly frustrating note, I got my contract for the next school year today. I'm supposed to sign it ASAP and doing so locks me into working here in the classroom for another year, unless, of course, a librarian position opens up within the system. Not likely considering that there are only four schools in the entire system and in three of those the media specialists are recent hires and all with local roots. I don't know about the fourth, but this school system likes to move quickly with these things, so I'm betting against a last-minute opening.
It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have any other options right now. I did, however, get a response to my resume from a certain non-profit organization. I mentioned this a while back, but they had set a deadline for later this month for applications, so even though I was told I would be contacted for an interview, they haven't even started the interview process. I'm not dumb enough to turn down a sure thing for the possibility of a better job, but I would have liked to have at least known if the pay scale was going to make this other job a reasonable option. I'll probably shoot off an e-mail asking about pay to the lady I've been talking to about the position. Then I'll sign the contract and hope she gets back to me before I turn it in on Monday.
If the numbers come back good enough to tempt me to continue to pursue this job, I don't know what I'll do. Probably turn in the contract anyway. The job sounds awesome, so if the pay is good enough for me, I'm sure competition would be stiff and I wouldn't have much of a chance with it anyway.
But if I did...
* I know I'm assuming that just because they don't act human that they aren't feeling something real. That really doesn't make a difference. I was going to kill them anyway.