"What is it?" "Her resume."
"Smells good." Can you guess what I'm working on this afternoon?
Sorry things have been on the quiet side lately--Tuesday was a trivia night (I have to post about that at some point), Wednesday was Ash Wednesday (as most of you probably know), The Cat was demanding food every hour I was home, and work was overall trying. Younger Sister also breezed in for a quick visit Saturday and Sunday. She won Scrabble Friday night; I won last night. A good way to wrap things up.
My rent goes up next month. . . trying to update things and apply for jobs. I don't know what's making me more tense--the possibility of starting over somewhere else, or the possibility of being here another year and barely scraping by. (And I guess I should add the possibility of all the rejection.) I mean, I know there are dues to be paid in the early years of a new career, but lately I just feel a bit frustrated and demoralized, and wonder if this is where I should be working--not just at a specific place, but also in the field in general. The drop in pay just compounds it this time around.
So I'll be here at the laptop, agonizing over how lame my cover letters sound, feeling paralyzed by overthinking everything, and just trying my hardest to trust that God wants to give me good things, and has me right where He wants me.
And I'll end up in the best place for me, to give me what I need, at this point in my life.
Sorry things have been on the quiet side lately--Tuesday was a trivia night (I have to post about that at some point), Wednesday was Ash Wednesday (as most of you probably know), The Cat was demanding food every hour I was home, and work was overall trying. Younger Sister also breezed in for a quick visit Saturday and Sunday. She won Scrabble Friday night; I won last night. A good way to wrap things up.
My rent goes up next month. . . trying to update things and apply for jobs. I don't know what's making me more tense--the possibility of starting over somewhere else, or the possibility of being here another year and barely scraping by. (And I guess I should add the possibility of all the rejection.) I mean, I know there are dues to be paid in the early years of a new career, but lately I just feel a bit frustrated and demoralized, and wonder if this is where I should be working--not just at a specific place, but also in the field in general. The drop in pay just compounds it this time around.
So I'll be here at the laptop, agonizing over how lame my cover letters sound, feeling paralyzed by overthinking everything, and just trying my hardest to trust that God wants to give me good things, and has me right where He wants me.
And I'll end up in the best place for me, to give me what I need, at this point in my life.
Comments
WVW: rament. The feeling you have when all there is to eat in the house is ramen noodles.
AllTheBest,
Rob
Rob--That's so true. Thank you.
Next year at my school, the pay scale would give me about another 700 bucks. That's it. I think I have to get back into the public school system, much as I think many things are not right about it.