Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Obviously I don't know what's best.

Once upon a time I thought this job was the best thing ever. I knew it would be great, wonderful, and fabulous and prayed without seizing that God would give me this perfect and wonderful job.

And He did.

And I hate it.

Tell me now, how does one deal with that?

Dear God, Thanks for the blessing but please take it back.

Methinks that's wrong.

Be careful what you pray for as you just might get it, and you don't know what's best. I'm speaking from experience here.

I mean I am thankful for a job but the misery is more than I can bear lately. Now being gainfully employed I feel it wrong to just quit and being a two-income family is nice, especially with a teenager in the house.

However money isn't everything but my time is. After a ten hour Saturday (SATURDAY!) and a twelve hour Monday, I was asked to stay until eight o'clock this evening making another twelve hour day. I was asked three times as if my answer would change. "Um no don't think so kthanks bye!"

First of all, I'm no longer in Corporate America. And even so I have absolutely no desire to climb the corporate ladder. Pfft, who am I kidding? I have no desire to climb any ladder!

Therefore it's imerpative that I get a new job. Preferably in the next couple of weeks so that I don't have to go on this week long trip (perhaps even missing Little Brother's birthday) for work on the other side of the country as that sounds like torture to me at this very second. And this one too. And this one, and this one, and this one.....

It's not going away.

So therefore dear Internet I ask that you pray with me that I can find a new job with a normal schedule soon and very soon. I have a lead at a nearby company that they may be hiring a marketing person and haven't even made the job public. I have an inside source and have sent my resume. Please pray that something will work out. Missing out on time with my family is killing me.

And also Hubs and I have season tickets for my alma mater (Go Big Orange!). I'm nothing if not Southern and the eleventh commandment below the Mason-Dixon line is Thou shalt tailgate and sing Rocky Top at the top of thy lungs and also repeat General Neyland's Maxims loud and proud before the Pride of the Southland marches onto the field and Smokey shalt bring the crowd to they feet and also don't forget to howl at kick-off.

(Also go enter to win! Now Now Now!)


Kas said...

I'm praying for you!!!

P.S. My blog friend Amanda would like to enter your contest, but she said that your blog was still private when she clicked on the link... :(

Zoe D. said...

Good luck with the job hunt. I'm about to start myself. Living in Maryvile and commuting to Knoxville is KILLING me on gas! I can't take it!

Mrs. L said...

Sorry you hate your job. I hate mine too.. but I can't quit mine just now since I am pregnant and need my insurance!

Good luck with finding a new one.