Rainy Days and Mondays

I woke up this morning as a proud working lady after spending the evening doing all my laundry and packing my lunch.
I geared up my bike with optimism despite the rain because I have a job!

Once I got to work, ten minutes early, I turned on the lights, the radio, the computer, and put away my lunch. 
After about forty minutes, my boss (who has never spoken to me much before) walks in and tells me that she's letting me go... The warranties haven't been scanning clearly or well.  I was surprised and shocked, not the way I expected the day to go at all.  I looked at her and simply asked, "Do you want me to leave now?" Yes she said.  Okay I said.  Tears began to well up in my eyes along with the rain pouring down from heaven and it felt good to cry along with the skies.  Why Lord? Why is it so hard?

The truth is that I hated the job, but I felt I needed the job.  (And I do need a job!) I hated sitting on my ass all day and doing the same damn thing over and over.  But then again, what job is perfect? I could see the advantage of my low profile and simple job.  And at least I had a job...

I had myself a good cry, and then I stopped for a coke and heard the chirping birds.  I saw the clouds covering the tops of the mountains, and I saw the humor in it.  I'm a resilient survivor, to hell with it! Life goes on, and somehow it will be okay, but I have to figure out how to make the most of it.  So I'm back home and strategizing once again how I'm going to find a better job, how I'm going to pay my bills, and how I need to remember once again that God is close and near to me.