So today was the big day. Job interview at 9:30 am sharp. I drove through thick snow, wearing my newly ironed dress clothes, really, really excited about the opportunity to convince a lady named Judy that I could teach 4 year olds. I even hurried and got my Food Handler's Permit Friday just so I could come a little bit more qualified than when I applied. I was armed with faith, excitement, and all of your prayers.
And then I walked into the building. I felt sick. And not because I was nervous, either. I just didn't feel like this was right. But I went on with the interview. (Turns out Judy was just one of four people to interview me.) I think I even did good in the interview. I was positive, happy, and only answered a couple questions with "I don't know" (that's okay, right? I mean, if you were to talk about trains one day, what item would you put at the writing center? I don't know, crayons to color a train with?) We talked for 30 minutes and then Judy informed me that the position was located in Woods Cross. Twenty minutes from my house. Which is okay, I guess, but I was hoping it was 5 minutes from my house (where the interview took place) so I could spend more time with my kids.
So there you have it. After leaving, I still just felt wrong. I tried to convince myself that it was just the reality of a full-time position that made me feel bad. But I know it's not. This is not the job for me, which kind of stinks because I think I could really enjoy it.
I have thought all day about why I felt so good about it in the first place. I was so excited I think the whole world knew I had an interview. I was excited and looking forward to it clear up until I set foot into the building. So why did I feel so good and then one step later feel so bad? Maybe I had to show the Lord that I was willing to take the steps. I don't know.
Oh well. There will be other opportunities in the future that will work. I'll keep looking for them.
Thanks to all of you who have prayed for me.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
The Right Stuff?
If you know me at all, you know that during my teenage years I had a small affection for a boy band by the name of New Kids on the Block (NKOTB). It was love at first song when I lay in bed one night with my headphones on listening to KISN 97. The station played a new song called "The Right Stuff". It was like nothing I had ever heard before. Positive, good beat, high falsetto (don't know if that's spelled right. I spelled it like it sounds...). Anyway, that song automatically became my new favorite song. I even wrote about it in my journal (of course, there wasn't much I didn't write in my journal in those days...).
Eventually I had every song memorized (still do..) and had my room wallpapered with posters of Danny, Donny, Jordan, Jonathon and Joey. I knew that Jordan was the good looking one who sang most of the songs, Jonathon was his good-looking shy brother who had anxiety, Donny was the good-looking bad boy, Joey was the good-looking youngest who happened to look like a kid in our ward (strangely, I didn't have a crush on him, though), and Danny was the good-looking one who had a steady girlfriend, but I just knew he would break up with her once he met me. I daydreamed about them, read about them, wrote about them, listened to them, went to their concert, was pretty much obsessed with them. I take full responsiblity for the fact that all of my younger sisters know everything about them, including the words to all their songs.
Rumor has it that they are staging a comeback. Yes, actually getting together to sing again. All I have to say is:
Nnnnnnooooooooo!!!!!!
This might come as a surprise, knowing how obsessed I was with them. But really, do they need to come out with new songs? Or even sing the old ones again? No. Doing so would simply ruin my childhood. You see, in my mind they were so perfect. The unbuttoned white shirt blowing in the fake wind was perfect. The matching outfits were perfect, even if it was them wearing suits, complete with matching cumberbuns, but no shirt. Even the earrings in Donny's ears were okay (the Prophet had not said it was wrong yet). They could do nothing wrong. They were clean cut boys who I was sure would be converted if they just knew about the gospel. And I would be willing to introduce them to it. Now I look back and smile. And then laugh hysterically. It's a part of my life that I wouldn't trade, but would never want to relive.
So let's just call enough enough and everybody move on and enjoy the memories. Let's please not go through a mid-life crises and wish you had millions of screaming women crying for joy when they see you. That part of life is over.
Debbie Gibson, however....
Eventually I had every song memorized (still do..) and had my room wallpapered with posters of Danny, Donny, Jordan, Jonathon and Joey. I knew that Jordan was the good looking one who sang most of the songs, Jonathon was his good-looking shy brother who had anxiety, Donny was the good-looking bad boy, Joey was the good-looking youngest who happened to look like a kid in our ward (strangely, I didn't have a crush on him, though), and Danny was the good-looking one who had a steady girlfriend, but I just knew he would break up with her once he met me. I daydreamed about them, read about them, wrote about them, listened to them, went to their concert, was pretty much obsessed with them. I take full responsiblity for the fact that all of my younger sisters know everything about them, including the words to all their songs.
Rumor has it that they are staging a comeback. Yes, actually getting together to sing again. All I have to say is:
Nnnnnnooooooooo!!!!!!
This might come as a surprise, knowing how obsessed I was with them. But really, do they need to come out with new songs? Or even sing the old ones again? No. Doing so would simply ruin my childhood. You see, in my mind they were so perfect. The unbuttoned white shirt blowing in the fake wind was perfect. The matching outfits were perfect, even if it was them wearing suits, complete with matching cumberbuns, but no shirt. Even the earrings in Donny's ears were okay (the Prophet had not said it was wrong yet). They could do nothing wrong. They were clean cut boys who I was sure would be converted if they just knew about the gospel. And I would be willing to introduce them to it. Now I look back and smile. And then laugh hysterically. It's a part of my life that I wouldn't trade, but would never want to relive.
So let's just call enough enough and everybody move on and enjoy the memories. Let's please not go through a mid-life crises and wish you had millions of screaming women crying for joy when they see you. That part of life is over.
Debbie Gibson, however....
A Thousand Thank-yous!
This looking for a full-time job business is seriously taking a toll on my blogging time. But I just wanted to tell you all thank you for praying for me! I can definately tell. I got a job interview on Monday for that preschool teaching job I really want. Thank you for all of your support!