Thankful nonetheless
It’s an odd Thankful Thursday here for me. Eliza has strep throat and is alternately too happy for her own good (thanks to the meds) and too cranky for my own good (thanks to the 102 fever spikes).
And I got a call this afternoon letting me know that I didn’t get the promotion I applied for at work. It seems that this really groovy position I’ve been enjoying for the last three months didn’t actually count toward my numbers and thus hurt my chances rather than helping them. Who knew?
But, still and yet, I have many blessings for which to be grateful.
* I’m thankful for doctors who take care of my babies when they’re sick. I’m thankful for the free antibiotics Eliza’s refusing to take and for the groovy Publix that provided them.
* I’m thankful for the people who encouraged me to post for the position at work, telling me I was qualified for it. Sure, they were wrong, but still. It was good for me to both have that support and to go through the process.
* I’m thankful for Mike who believes in me far more than I ever will.
* I’m thankful for tank tops and capri pants in December.
* I’m thankful that sweet friends of mine who are going through very different but both very difficult personal struggles both believe in God and know that He loves them and cares for them. I can’t imagine either experience without that.
* I’m thankful for the job I have. I kinda hate it, but it pays the mortgage and has good health insurance. And with today’s economy, I’m grateful for both.
* I’m thankful for two surprise orders for my jewelry in the last two weeks. It’s gratifying that people enjoy it and recommend me to other folks.
* And, as always, I’m grateful for Diet Cokes and brownies on hard days.
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A Career?!
Today was an especially tense day at work for a variety of reasons, and it all came to a head at a late afternoon meeting with my team. My supervisor was talking and talking, and at some point, I kinda was listening to him the way I listen to Griff tell me about tv shows… you know, the way. You know you do.
And then he said something that caught my attention. He said, “this is your career.” And I honestly could feel the air sucking out of my chest. “Oh, no! No, it’s not.” My poor supervisor… he was truly clueless. “This is not a career. THIS is a job.” What I didn’t say was that I’ve had a career, and this isn’t one.
God bless him, he just moved on as if I hadn’t said a thing. I may work this job for the rest of my life, but this is no career.
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