August 27, 2015

Awoke with potatoes for tonsils…this is not good.  Threw on a robe, managed to have trained my children sufficiently to where they could fend for themselves in school/fieldtrip prep, then I drove them there in my dad’s robe.  

I came home and went back to bed, where I didn’t wake until well past one in the afternoon.  When I awoke, my potato-tonsils had decreased to fingerling potato-tonsils, which is improvement but still not good.  I began my search for work in Switzerland.

I searched and searched and searched.  Surprise, surprise, I do not possess any knowledge in banking or IT (which is THE stuff to know in CH), but I figured, we created (I’m speaking as a Swiss citizen here, forgive me) and gave the world Jung, Piaget, Rorschach, Scherer…yet is there any “need” for therapists?  Apparently no.

Mabi wants to kill me.  She doesn’t understand potato-tonsils and wants to go herd cattle.  I feel tremendous guilt, but doesn’t she notice I’m not even eating?  ME -NOT EATING.  Big red flag.  Along with searching for work, I also checked into my passport status.  I saw an email from July 23 and panicked, thinking they had sent me information and it was now expired.  After an hour of maniacal searching and filling out and writing, I realized I had filled out an online passport link and this happened on the same day I sent off the material to the Swiss consulate.

So, I applied to a few places – one is the University of Zurich, I contacted my former school in Kilchberg about high school counselors, another place I sent an application to  is the United Nations and then to a Montessori preschool.  The head of the Montessori place responded and we communicated a few times.  I shall visit her school when I go in November.  In the big picture, working at a preschool might be just the place to begin and become accustomed to a new place.  I never know what the big picture is, but it has turned out right thus far.

Picture:  Universitat Zurich.