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Just Call Me “Employed!”

All ready for the interview! Here goes nothing!

So, if you’ve been keeping up with my blog (bless you), you’ll remember that I’ve been looking for a job for about six months.  You might remember the nightmarish interview I recently had, and the devastating phone call that followed.  I’ve applied for dozens (I mean that quite literally… I think the number might be close to 50) jobs and positions, and nothing has come through.  I finally found a shaky sense of peace about it all, but I kept applying to whatever openings I could find.

I was browsing the websites of local school districts looking for library assistant positions, when I noticed the local high school here in Waxahachie was looking for a “copy clerk” to work mornings part-time.  I applied just in case, and then promptly decided I would never hear back about it.  Lo and behold, a week ago I got a call from the assistant principal trying to set up an interview.  I was supposed to go in on Monday, but the interview got pushed back to today (Friday).

I’ve been so nervous this week!  I really wanted this job.  It was the first strong lead I’ve gotten since we’ve moved here.  The hours aren’t great (only 20 hours a week), but that’s all right.  The commute is less than five minutes; the school is just down the street.  Basically, they needed someone to run the school’s copy center, so I’d be making copies for teachers.  I’m more than qualified for it.  Since the position is at a school, all of the days off and holidays line up with Sam’s perfectly.  It would’ve been such a blessing to be able to have time with him during this very stressful time.

I felt great after the interview, although I started second-guessing myself after an hour or so.  They said they might not get back to me until after Thanksgiving Break, so you can imagine how excited I was when I got a call from the assistant principal a couple of hours after the interview.

I got the job!

I kept my cool on the phone, but the second I hung up I started squealing and jumping up and down, probably disturbing my downstairs neighbors.  I told Rigby and he acted excited (it was probably because I was feeding him a pumpkin seed at the time, his favorite snack).  I called Sam during one of his classes (oops) and he answered because he thought it was an emergency.  I might’ve yelled over the phone, I was so excited.  He said we’re going to celebrate later!

I’m so thankful for this opportunity.  Most of my paychecks will go towards paying back my stack of student loans (goodbye, next ten years), but it will feel fantastic to contribute to our family’s income and not pay back my loans with Sam’s paychecks.  Plus, like I said, it’s nice to be home.

Some couples have a easy first year of marriage with no bumps… But we’re not that couple.  Some say, “I hope all of our years are as wonderful as our first year!”  Psshh, no thanks.  It’s not that Sam and I have fought a lot (or at all, really), but we’ve had a rough year with the rest of the world.  My last semester of college ended in an anxiety breakdown that caused me to quit my job.  Sam’s semester of student teaching last spring was anything but easy.  We spent the summer living with Sam’s parents in their spare bedroom, which was hard after having our own house first.  Then, Sam started his first year of teaching and coaching, working 70-hour workweeks coaching sports he’s not familiar with and teaching a subject his students aren’t at all passionate about.  I looked for a job for months and months.  On top of it all, Sam’s mom had a stroke and is quickly declining in health.  All of this has given us the chance to cling to each other and support each other, but it has been hard.

God knew what he was doing!  Out of all the jobs I applied to, this one will give me the most time at home and with Sam.  No, it won’t give me the most money, but there are more important things for now.  I’m excited to start my new job after Thanksgiving and get back into a routine.  Most of all, I’m excited that God always follows through, even when it’s not on my schedule.

Now it’s time to celebrate!  Have a Happy Thanksgiving everyone!  :)

I have so much to be thankful for!

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$80,000 on a Wall

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Sam and I graduated from Hardin-Simmons University last May.  It was a huge accomplishment for both of us, and we’re proud of our diplomas.  We were in a “migratory stage” all summer, so for the past four months they’ve sat in our closet in envelopes.  I finally made the trip to Hobby Lobby today and got them framed, and now they’re hanging in our house where we can see them every day.

That diploma is symbolic of many late night study sessions, lots of stressed-out tears, and several very lucky guesses on certain exams.  I worked very hard in college.  I probably took my classes a little too seriously at some points.  One example that comes to mind is my anguish over the C I received in one of my classes during my semester abroad in London.  It was my only C of my college career; everything else was straight A’s.  I remember sitting on a bench in Russell Square and spending a fortune to call Sam back in America to cry about it.  I labored over research papers, made obsessive flash cards, and never turned in a late assignment.

I figured, if I was spending all that money to go to college, I might as well make sure I do my best.  As I look at that paper on the wall, though, a tiny part of me wonders why I even went to college.  I mean, here I am, Bachelor’s Degree in hand with a 3.98, and I can’t even get a job at a local Target.  What was the point of going through all this work if I can’t seem to find a job now?  I can’t even begin to think about the mountain of student loans I’ll have to climb over before Sam and I can think about starting a family.  Why did I go to college in the first place?

That question takes me back to my senior year of high school.  I don’t remember anyone asking me if I was going to college, let alone if I wanted to go to college.  The question was always, “Where are you going to college?”  It was drilled into everyone since seventh grade: Get good grades so you can get into a good school.  Join student council so you can put it on your college applications.  Don’t act up; it’ll go on your permanent record and you won’t get into a good school.  I took the SAT and ACT and made decent grades on both, which determined my future: I wasn’t good enough for the Ivy League, but I could get into something besides community college.

I picked Hardin-Simmons because it was the best school that accepted me.  I wanted the best.  A part of me knew that the best also meant the most expensive, but I was prepared to accept that if it meant I could be the best.  Why did I pack up my things and go to college?  There were several reasons, I think:

  1. Everyone told me to go.
  2. I wanted to be independent and on my own.
  3. I wanted to make more money.
  4. I wanted to make new friends.
  5. I wanted to find my husband (I know that one is pretty cliché, but I’d be a liar if I didn’t include it on the list!).

I don’t regret going to school.  It was one of the best decisions I ever made.  I made friends to last me a lifetime, met my soulmate, traveled the world, became a better writer, and learned a lot about myself as a person.  I loved and still love my university.

Still, though, that’s a very expensive piece of paper in that frame.  As I think about how long it will take me to pay it off, and the extra measures I’ll have to go through to find and excel at a job I actually want, I understand a little better that my education was a purchase.  The only bigger purchase I’ll make in my life might be buying a house one day.  I bought my education as a tool, and it’s up to me now to use it.  Like any tool, I might have to get creative and use it in an unorthodox way to let it help achieve my goals.

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