Weird. Really Weird.

So.

You remember Delta College? Nice, little two-year school up in Michigan? You may recall I applied for a job there last year and then waited for approximately a million years only to hear that I was not their choice for the gig?

That Delta College?

Yeah.

Well, they called me last Monday and said they had an unexpected opening in the English department and that they were wondering if I'd like to be considered for the position. I said yes and they said they'd get back to me.

I spent a couple of days mystified, not sure what was going on. Were they looking at just me? At just the other three finalists who weren't selected? The entire universe?

Thursday, I got a call from Delta again saying they hadn't heard back from my references and asking could I get in touch with them and get them to respond. I pressed for a little more info and HR lady said that I was the one who had definitely been recommended for the job but that she couldn't do anything until she heard back from my references.

So I called the former colleague and two former profs she mentioned and probably sounded to them like I had rabies or was on meth or something. They agreed to get in touch with HR lady ASAP. Delta is closed on Fridays in the summer and so I knew I wouldn't hear anything until Monday.

Well, it's Monday. This afternoon, just as Suzy and I were pulling out of the garage to go wash and vacuum the van, the phone rang and it was Delta's HR lady calling to officially offer me the job.

I said yes. I start on August 19th.

As my good friend, Liz Lemon, is fond of saying, "What the what?!"

So.

Know anyone who wants to buy a roomy house with a big yard in rural nowhere Illinois?