So.... I did it!!!
I got a job that I really wanted!
The one with the decent salary.
The one where I met all the qualifications.
The one where I woke up at 6AM on my 26th birthday to get ready for an 8AM test at the facility.
The one where they didn't call me back after that test.
The one where I cried over my rejection letter.
The one where 7 months later I got a phone call out of the blue asking me to come in for an interview.
Yea. I got that job!!
It only took 3 years after graduating for a company to hire me and pay me like I had a college degree.
So far I'm thrilled bc finally finally I have a very wonderful supervisor. Unfortunately she is retiring in December, but I got to spend the day with her replacement and she is just as wonderful.
When I originally said yes to this position, I thought I would just be dealing with the elderly.
I thought, wow, this is going to be great and a little sad, but it will be understandable because they are old. That's what happens naturally, we age and our bodies wear out. It's very acceptable to deal with death when a senior citizen dies. I thought, sure, my heart could deal with this.
WRONG.
On week 2 I discovered that I would indeed have senior citizens that I would work with, but I would also have a 4 year old, a 34 year old, a 46 year old and others that I have not just yet met.
These people are disabled an unable to care for themselves. Some of their stories are so sad that it makes you use the "Why, God?" question.
So. Two weeks in and I'm scared. I won't lie. I feel as though death will have a new definition in the next year. I feel the same about what it means to live.
As He has done since the day I was born, I know the Lord will use this job to teach me, and I am hoping to gain more character than I could ever imagine.
In only 10 days, I am already faced with some trials. Heart trials. Trials of patience and forgiveness.
GAH I hate forgiving sometimes. Over and over and over and OVER again. But I know it is for the health of my own heart. And to be fair, I've already been forgiven too many times to count, but lets not go there. At least not today.
I am determined to do a good job and reach my full potential.
Even if I never receive praise, or no one notices, I vow to do excellently.
I did not do that at my last case management job. I was young and I was so mad about how very small my paycheck was and frustrated that my clients were mentally inept. I was done before I even started and I am not sure how I last two and a half years.
I could have done a better job but the fact is... I didn't care.
So here's to doing a better job.
I am really excited about my coworkers.
I am trying to have zero expectations at all times, but boy do I ever need friends.
Already, I have people looking out for me and being super friendly.
I'm just hoping for a lunch buddy or two. Maybe someone to share jokes with. Someone.
At my last job as a printing girl, I had a great coworker.
He was always joking and always talked about the Lord.
I sure will miss the joy he carried and his humor at this new place.
It's people like him that make going to work worth it.
Here's to having a good attitude.
To having grace.
To always forgiving... even when I don't want to.
Cross your fingers that a.) pay day gets here fast because I am so broke and
b.) I get time off approved to spend my 27th in Seattle and Cali
When I originally said yes to this position, I thought I would just be dealing with the elderly.
I thought, wow, this is going to be great and a little sad, but it will be understandable because they are old. That's what happens naturally, we age and our bodies wear out. It's very acceptable to deal with death when a senior citizen dies. I thought, sure, my heart could deal with this.
WRONG.
On week 2 I discovered that I would indeed have senior citizens that I would work with, but I would also have a 4 year old, a 34 year old, a 46 year old and others that I have not just yet met.
These people are disabled an unable to care for themselves. Some of their stories are so sad that it makes you use the "Why, God?" question.
So. Two weeks in and I'm scared. I won't lie. I feel as though death will have a new definition in the next year. I feel the same about what it means to live.
As He has done since the day I was born, I know the Lord will use this job to teach me, and I am hoping to gain more character than I could ever imagine.
In only 10 days, I am already faced with some trials. Heart trials. Trials of patience and forgiveness.
GAH I hate forgiving sometimes. Over and over and over and OVER again. But I know it is for the health of my own heart. And to be fair, I've already been forgiven too many times to count, but lets not go there. At least not today.
I am determined to do a good job and reach my full potential.
Even if I never receive praise, or no one notices, I vow to do excellently.
I did not do that at my last case management job. I was young and I was so mad about how very small my paycheck was and frustrated that my clients were mentally inept. I was done before I even started and I am not sure how I last two and a half years.
I could have done a better job but the fact is... I didn't care.
So here's to doing a better job.
I am really excited about my coworkers.
I am trying to have zero expectations at all times, but boy do I ever need friends.
Already, I have people looking out for me and being super friendly.
I'm just hoping for a lunch buddy or two. Maybe someone to share jokes with. Someone.
At my last job as a printing girl, I had a great coworker.
He was always joking and always talked about the Lord.
I sure will miss the joy he carried and his humor at this new place.
It's people like him that make going to work worth it.
Here's to this next year of life of paying off debt.
To getting to travel.
To becoming professional.Here's to having a good attitude.
To having grace.
To always forgiving... even when I don't want to.
Cross your fingers that a.) pay day gets here fast because I am so broke and
b.) I get time off approved to spend my 27th in Seattle and Cali
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