As many of you know, I'm an English teacher. I'm well trained, and have years of experience. I've never, never, never had problems getting work in my chosen profession in any country I've lived in. Until I moved to Denmark. The English teaching market here is not conducive to steady employment; there are dozens of tiny schools, none of which are able to commit to giving anything beyond freelance hours. I'm sure it's the same in lots of other places, actually; I've just always been lucky enough before to find a school which could give me the hours I wanted whenever I wanted for as long as I wanted. I am fully aware that those days are gone.
The problem is that, since I don't have much practice at pounding the pavement looking for work, I'm also not very good at it. I'd rather do just about anything than write cover letters. And I like being able to concentrate on studying, studying Danish, and, of course, blogging. So, the issue is purely my own. If schools want me, then they should just call me out of the blue and offer me work. I shouldn't have to actually go and look for it. Yes, with that attitude, it's no wonder that I'm not getting enough hours. Especially since, when I have applied for things here, I have generally gotten a lot of interviews, and then job offers. Making it a question of motivation. Because belief that I will stumble upon teaching isn't generally enough by itself.
Except, a few hours ago, I received a phone call from a school offering me work. A school that I actually interviewed with in October or November, but wasn't able to do the work they offered me then for scheduling reasons. I had seen that they have put ads out again, and had actually thought about sending them an e-mail...but hadn't, and probably wouldn't have. They need a teacher to start on Monday. Freelance of course, not too many hours, but that kind of thing tends to lead to other things. And they have upped the money they're offering, and will pay for me to take a taxi to the lessons. I've never gotten taxi money before, ever. It's quite exciting in an 'I'm poor enough so that taking a taxi in Denmark is exciting to me' way. Of course I said yes (I said yes even before the taxi part, actually). And I'm feeling very motivated about the class itself.
So, the question is, does this mean that I'm really not a deadbeat who can't be asked to look for more work to help her financially suffering boyfriend who has to pay more than his share of the bills because his girlfriend is a deadbeat? Might I be inspired to go forth and find more schools to give me work, 2 hours here, 2 hours there, until my schedule is fully booked? So that I soon have nothing to write about in this blog except about course material that I have used, and funny things that my students have said? (My answers: I'm not sure. I hope so. I certainly hope not!)