Monday night is my last shift at the seasonal gig. I was able to pick up extra shifts and suffer through the mall madness without losing my soul completely. I'm so tired of sausage, cheese, and even those stupid mini melt away mints.
I resigned from my job at Arts for All with sadness and relief a couple weeks ago. Sadness because I cared about the participants and had hoped that my year would be filled with service, love and making a difference. Relief because I learned that even in non- profit work, people are still consumed with running a business, making a buck, and not always treating people well. I learned a lot about people as well, and I learned that sometimes a boss is simply never satisfied with you. The year began with my job working for Dr. P, a South Korean Dentist raised by Doctors and boarding school. It was nothing personal, I'm assured, I was not perfect. And later in the year, I experienced the turbulence of Ms. B who truly feels that her employees (especially AmeriCorps) are expendable. I should have caught on to that the day I moved to Tucson and she was cold as ice to me, even pointing out to me that my summer t-shirt was too low. I've learned the importance of more thoroughly investigating work before I take it. I've also learned to really listen to the stories that you hear about a place. You can always be positive and hopeful, but weigh everything you hear closely. Let things simmer a bit. Live and learn...
Despite all of that, I am feeling exceedingly hopeful about the new year. I almost can't contain myself. I have so many dreams and hopes about this year. I'm really excited. I would like to attend a course at University of Arizona to become certified in teaching English overseas this summer. It is something I have always contemplated, and I love the idea of opening my life to living abroad! Even if I don't teach abroad (and why wouldn't I), it's wonderful to enhance your skills and mind.
Sometimes it feels crazy to dream big, but the opposite of that is to stay small and unchanged. I got a brochure in the mail about a trip to Togo to visit Victoire, my sponsored child via Compassion. I want to go so badly. The thing is, it's a lot of money, and guess what? My CELTA course is not cheap either, but here's the thing... I no longer work at a job where I average about 5.00 an hour, and maybe that's a good thing! Maybe, just maybe, I need to find a better paying job so that I can pursue clearer, broader dreams of mine. And so it begins... I'm on the job hunt! It's not a fun process, but in this day and age, it seems like a constant. Once you get a job, start looking for the next job! The great thing is that I feel truly motivated to work hard, make money, and save. Please keep me in your prayers as I search and hunt for work, and please help me keep pressing forward to those good dreams!
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