Help my wish came true (no it's not "Please change the Frubes ad")

No I haven't suddenly dropped three dress sizes. Or worked out how to deal with an age 6 attitude. But yes I did wish that the Frubes ad no longer asked us to rip their heads out and suck their guts out, and indeed it did happen.

I have eight weeks left at work, the end of a 12 year career there in marketing. As I've blogged before I want to be Madame Gazelle. The ideal would be a job at the local infant school right? Well guess what's just turned up, two Teaching Assistant positions going! 

Now I've just got to apply for them. Got to market myself (funny that) so that I stand out from the hundred or so others that will also apply. It's what I wished for, so why am I so scared now it's happened?