Up until March 31st, I had a job that I overall liked. I enjoyed the work, pay was great and so was the benefits. As with every job, there were the few employees that I could not stand. For the past 20 years or so, I have always worked in an office.
As of April 1st, my world went into an uproar. Yeah, I knew the job was ending but knowing that did not help the situation.
I am a creature of habitat. I got up same time every day, had my coffee watched the news, got ready and walked out the door. After work I usually came straight home except for the occasional stop at the store. I liked that. You can call me a fuddy duddy, but that is the way I like it.
Having started applying for jobs at least 6 months prior to the end, and no hope for anything, I took a job working for a friend.
I thought maybe this would be a change in career for the better. Thus it has not turned out that way. My daily schedule can change at the drop of a hat. And it has. Not good for a creature of habit. And I am working a fraction of what I used to making substantially less than I used to.
I can't comment about work on Facebook so I use Twitter to vent sometimes. My friend is not on Twitter, so it is my safe haven.
I have continuously been searching for that office job, even applying for jobs that I am overqualifed for. Nothing yet. Still plugging away daily looking.
Working this job has been humbling in ways and I feel like a lost lamb looking for her flock.
I know God has a plan for me, and everything is done in His time, but I sure wish he would put some octain in it to speed it up.