First off, I've got another interview lined up. This one is at a radio station. I'm not really sure what the job is, but I'm hoping to hear soon. The interview is on Monday, which means I'll have to take Tuesday off work. I'll have to tell my boss something to excuse my absence. Otherwise, though, I'm still looking. I'm still hounding the non-profits who have said "we'd love to hire you, but we're waiting on funding...".

Mr. Wonderful brought up an interesting point last night. He likes telling me that I am a sexual health educator. I like it, too. No, I really love it. It's the first time I've had some kind of job title that succinctly describes me, to the core. I don't want to be a "program manager" or "resource co-ordinator". What the hell does that mean? Besides, it just sounds cool, you know? Like "stuntman" or "fighter pilot" or "chocolate taster".

So, anyway, that part sort of sucks about all this. However, more and more I'm realizing that I can't stay, even if I wanted to. The money is just not there. I think, though, that if someone asks me what I do, I will tell them "well, I do this now (insert vague job description here), but I am a sexual health educator by trade. " Can I get away with that?

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