I’ve not posted anything new since
November, 2015 quite deliberately. Many are aware of the past chaos, but it
certainly didn’t seem worth broadcasting. The same-old-same-old, mundane, and
even at times gut-wrenching routine finally drove me to the drastic decision to
seemingly quit life as I knew it in March of this year. I’d been at Papa Murphy’s
Pizza for a considerable amount of time happily making pizza and grudgingly
trying to interact with brick walls, but after a scale-tipping,
tolerance-destroying encounter, I left. Like a good girl I put in my two weeks,
but it certainly hadn’t been premeditated. It was more like a
worst-case-scenario response, and I unfortunately finally reached that worst
case. And so on February 26, 2016, I apathetically turned in my hat, packed up
my locker, and marched out the door without second thought.
The following Monday, February 29,
2016, I started a new, equally awful job at a call center. I lasted two weeks: one
full pay period. I was basically working full-time making slightly less than
what I did at Papa Murphy’s only to be
snapped at 90% of the time by people who thought I was a scamming telemarketer
(at that time, I probably was without realizing it.) After a sudden, completely
unanticipated meltdown at work, I packed up my desk, told my supervisor I was
leaving, and….left. I cried all the more when I reached my car because I’d
never just walked out on a job before. What was I doing?! I went home, called
Aaron (was surprised at his cheery reaction to my quitting), and fell asleep on
the couch next to my dog.
For the next three months I was
jobless. I turned in sporadic applications here and there and filled out
literally hundreds online. Having never been without a job since the ripe age
of 13, this was a new and admittedly terrifying experience for me. But that was
a good thing. Taking my dear husband’s advice to “purposely do nothing,” I
became a daytime TV junkie, doing yoga during Good Morning America, watching The
Office on Netflix tuning in for moronic court shows, laughing in the
afternoons with Ellen DeGeneres, and catching up on oldies like Bewitched, Green Acers, and I Dream of Jeanie. After two straight
weeks of this, it tapered down to a couple shows a day, most of my time then
being heavily occupied with gardening. I’m sure you’ve all seen my proud
pumpkin pictures all over Facebook. When gardening reached its seasonal
patience period and I became restless, Pops started teaching me auto body
mechanics. This mostly consisted of me tearing apart a couple of cars and
eating snickers against better judgement, but I certainly learned a lot about
what’s under the hood.
After my surprise sabbatical, God
began opening doors I never would’ve imagined being options. At the start of
June, I was taken on at Artivities art gallery as a potter and pottery teacher.
It’s only a few times a week, but that’s probably a good thing. In addition, I
was hired on at CETUSA where I make my own hours as a Community Coordinator for
foreign exchange students. Along with these merry blessings, I also started
picking up odd jobs like yard work and elderly care, as well as the recent
part-time internship at Network211. As a result, I’ve not had a panic attack or
meltdown since June 12, stress levels have been significantly lower, and I can
finally just be myself again.
Even though I shouldn’t be
surprised, I find it rather humorous the ways God provides and takes care of us.
Despite not being able to return to school either as I’d originally planned, He’s
allowed me to return to the passions I’ve neglected while working elsewhere.