After a long hard month of looking for work in Ecuador I finally landed a gig teaching English.  Up to this point I had sent out countless emails to schools and recruiters, had interviews but had yet to get any type of solid job offer.  Everyone would say, “Oh this looks wonderful, your CV and experience are exactly what we are looking for, we will give you a call!” and my phone never rang.  On Tuesday, I had an interview set up with the school that a friend of mine was working at and the interview was lukewarm at best.  The woman I met with who was also the director was dealing with a horrible case of sun poisoning and was a little reluctant about hiring me because I wouldn’t be around all year which is understandable.  I left the school feeling a little irritated since it had seemed like a done deal from speaking to her on the phone and via email and walked the 30 minutes back to my apartment when there I saw it, about 5 blocks from my house, an English school.  I decided since I was dressed for an interview and had all my documents in order that  I would march into that school and demand a job.  I walked into the building, asked for the school director and saw him in about 5 minutes time. He looked over my stuff, seemed pleased and told me he would call me the next day. Lo and behold, he called me that same evening at dinner and the next afternoon I was teaching at a university which was coincidentally one of my goals for the year. Lesson learned: if you shake enough trees something is bound to fall out .