An embarrassment of riches

Ever feel as if you're emitting some kind of pheromone that attracts job offers?

In the second half of this workweek:

Wednesday midday: As previously mentioned, I was offered the opportunity to teach a museum history and theory course--the exact course I've been wanting to teach for, like, forever. And I hadn't even applied for such a job--I was contacted out of the blue.

Wednesday evening: Fabulous University Press asked for information on what revisions I might make to my dissertation to turn it into a book. Maybe they're actually interested in publishing it?

Today, 1 p.m.: Fantastic Mentor alerted me to a job for which she'll soon be hiring. It sounds wonderful, part administration of a humanities research institute and part teaching material culture, and she was ready to hire me on the spot, except for that pesky university bureaucracy. And I'd get to work with Fantastic Mentor, which is beyond awesome.

Today, 1:30 p.m.: Got offered the job at the Teaching Resources Center. There are two identical positions open, and the other one has been given to one of my new best friends. The other people who work in the center are absolutely amazing. I've accepted this job on the advice of Fantastic Mentor, who jokingly called me a "loser" for not waiting for her job opening.

(I heart Fantastic Mentor. She also offered to go to Ikea with me. I've never been to Ikea, and she's threatening to write her third book about the store, so I'd love to go there with her and see it through her eyes. Plus, as she points out: free childcare.)

Seriously, it's ridiculous how fortunate I am. I wish I could bottle my good fortune and send it to people who really need it.