Friday, August 3, 2012

Still Unemployed

It's been a day.


I'm PMSing. I might as well throw that right out there and lay it on the table, because that is mostly what's wrong with me. That, and I've waited too long to get my bangs trimmed again. 


And then there was my mom's facebook status about my dad crying last night at 5 pm - which wouldn't have happened if I'd been there instead of at home having dinner with my boys. So let's add guilt to the mix of an already outstanding day. 


And today was the only day this week that I didn't have a showing. Or an appointment, so I was going to sit in the sun for an hour. But it was completely clouded over until 4 (which was when I got in my truck and headed over to Surrey to keep my dad from crying). So. A gray day. 


And I found out that the folks that walked through my house yesterday loved it, especially the back yard, but " but could not come to grips with large unuseable space in the entryway". Seriously? Everything is perfect but the entrance is too large? Oy. (I have another showing on Friday. I'm tempted to stick a huge poster board on the entry hall wall and list how very awesome it is to have a spacious, grand foyer with a sweeping staircase.) 


And also? Today was garbage day. And in Langley, you can no longer put food waste into your garbage can - it has to go in with your green garden waste. Which I've not done, because, hello? Almost no food is being prepared or consumed in this house. Until last night. So, I scraped our plates and that leftover soggy salad into the bin with my dead-headed geraniums. Ugh. Salmon skin. Steak fat. Potato peels. (My fear of accumulating this for an entire week in an outside bin, (with no lid because none of my cans have lids even though I bought them with lids) is that it's going to attract raccoons and rats. And I've just paid thousands of dollars to get rid of them.) But this was a quick pick up. I put our leftovers in the bin on Wednesday evening and brought it to the curb Thursday morning. I also put out on tiny bag of garbage and a huge pile of recycling. I have two blue boxes and they were overflowing. 


Overflowing.


Someone must've cleaned up two things that fell out of the blue box. Like ONE plastic Sunlight Dishwashing detergent jug and ONE plastic bakery clamshell -  and they threw them in with the green waste. 

So the garbage guys left a neon orange notice on my can, "CANNOT COLLECT CONTENTS OF THIS CONTAINER - it contains RECYCLABLES!" 


Seriously?
I lifted out the two items - which are large and clean and RIGHT ON TOP and put them back in the blue box and looked at my green waste WHICH NOW CONTAINS FOOD WHICH WILL GET ALL MAGGOTY AND WORMY AND SMELLY AND WILL ATTRACT RODENTS AND GRIZZLY BEARS AND THERE'S A HOLIDAY COMING UP SO IT'LL BE MORE THAN A WEEK BEFORE THIS WILL BE COLLECTED AND SOMEDAYS IT'S JUST TOO MUCH. 


On top of that, the other thing on my mind was that job interview yesterday. And how the job, which I've known about since early June, SEEMED to be all kinds of perfect (so much so that I haven't really considered applying elsewhere, because I assumed I wanted this job so badly ...) until I actually learnt more about it. 


By the time I left the interview, I had mixed feelings; mostly not positive. By the time I went to bed last night, I was trying to imagine working in that office for the rest of my life and wondering why I wasn't excited about the prospect of that. If it's 'perfect' job, then, shouldn't I be looking forward to getting started?


And by the time noon had rolled around today, and I'd spent the morning crying (see above re: PMS, bangs, dad, gray, guilt and garbage) I prayed that I would not be the perfect person for the job. But if those Baptists needed me, then, well, I'd suck it up and take one for the team. I left it all in God's hands - and was trusting Him to provide the seminary with a perfect office coordinator. 


So, I was mostly relieved when I got an email this afternoon that said, "Having completed our interviews, we have made our determination concerning the one to whom we want to offer this position.

You are not that person." 


I thanked God that He had provided them with someone even more suitable than me (and, without bragging, I was kinda perfect for that job... it's exactly what I used to do at Arrow. EXACTLY.) and I have peace knowing that He has something else in mind for me. Something that is a perfect fit for me. And He totally knows me. He created me afterall.


Three FIVE things I'm thankful for:


1. Dad didn't cry while I was there. He was calm and peace-filled.
"Hey dad, I heard you had a rough night last night."

He nods. "Yes. But mom phoned."
"You know you're not dying, right?"
He nods. "But mom isn't going to visit me anymore."
"Yes she is. She will be here tomorrow. At lunchtime."
He looks sceptical.
"Trust me, dad. She's coming. After you have a good sleep tonight. You don't have to be scared."


And then he surprised me. He hasn't known how to tell the time for the past few years. Last Saturday, when I was wheeling him through the lobby, he looked at the clock and said, "It's twelve o'clock, noon." (Which might've been a fluke, because, come on, both hands, straight up? Even a toddler could know that.) But tonight, after dinner, we were waiting for the elevator and I looked at the clock and asked him, "What time is it dad?" He LOOKED AT HIS WATCH (thanks, Jule, for getting him one) and said, "Uh, quarter tttt. No. Five .... uh. It's twenty to six." AND HE WAS RIGHT. 

After we'd walked wheeled around, I sat us in the lobby and thought I'd visit with him. He looked at me and slurred something I didn't understand. So I asked him to repeat it. Then he said it in slurred German, which was even harder to interpret. So I said, "Again? Can you say it one more time?" He made a few attempts, (he reminds me of Foghorn Leghorn when he tries to say something from a few different angles) and finally blurted out, "I want to go home." 


"Upstairs? To your room? You want to go back to the third floor?"
"YES."
"Should we watch a movie? 
"YES."


So I get Jenn to help him settle into bed, and I put in Smokey and The Bandit. (My eyes, by the way, are still burning. From all the sobbing earlier in the day and then from seeing Burt Reynold's in the World's TIGHTEST pair of jeans. Accck. I need an eye rinse.)


Anyway, he gets all cuddled up under the blankets and says to me, "You can go home now."


And then he fell asleep.




So very thankful that it was a good visit.


2. Thankful that Max is here. Again. For another night. I could get used to this. We watched Ghost Busters Two. Until I started snoring. Then he left the room. But I wasn't sleeping. I could still hear the movie - I just needed to rest my eyes. (See above as to why my eyes needed resting.) How embarrassing. To be awake and snoring. Snoring so loud that I could hear myself. 


3. Thankful that I have another showing tomorrow. Maybe they will see the potential of having a large cavernous foyer.


4. Thankful that it's supposed to be a sunny weekend. 


5. Thankful that the Canadians won another silver. 


Shalom,



Matthew 11:28-30
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart ,and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

Matthew 11:28-30
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart ,and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

Matthew 11:28-30
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart ,and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.


Matthew 11:28-30
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart ,and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

Matthew 11:28-30
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart ,and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.





















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