Okay, so I’m posting two posts in one day. I hope that’s allowed. If you haven’t seen the other post, make sure you scroll down and read it. It’s quick and will give you a good laugh.
So my life has all of a sudden become a little more hectic than it has been. I’d been getting used to working part time, and having spare time during the day to clean house, do laundry and other “housewifey” things. (Okay, and watch an episode of Clean House here and there…) So all of a sudden, God drops a new job in my lap. I am super thankful and super excited. I had been praying for another job opportunity. As much as I love working at the coffee shop, it’s not exactly my life goal.
So anyway, a friend of mine works at a retirement community as the activities director, arranging all the fun activities and games for the residents. She was looking to hire an assistant; to help her with activities, office work and other things. She also wanted to hire someone with a strong music background. Long story short, I went in for an “interview” and got the job immediately. If that ain’t God, I don’t know what is.
So I started that job, but also kept my job at the coffee shop. I’m working a couple morning shifts there, as well as 30 hours a week at the new job. So much for the spare time I used to have for housework. I’m discovering what it’s like to work full time. A bit more hectic, and I do miss the extra time I had, but I’m sure liking the paychecks. It’s nice to contribute a bit more to our income.
Starting a new job always reminds me of the awkward days as a teenager in school, trying to fit in. I hate being the new person, who has no idea where anything is or what everyone’s names are and has to follow people around like a lost puppy. After my first week, I was exhausted emotionally. I had a plastered smile on my face all week, trying to act confident and professional. It’s like your guard is up all the time. I have to prove myself! Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving the job. After finishing my second week, I don’t have to “act” confident anymore. I’m actually feeling more confident. It just seems that every time I start a new job it brings up a lot of the insecurities I used to have in middle and high school: I hope they like me, I hope I fit in. It seems so silly, because I am a grown woman with good skills and I’m a hard worker. But sometimes those stupid insecurities creep up in the weirdest places. I guess each time I can push through them and “prove” myself, it defeats those insecurities and makes me an even stronger woman. That’s a nice thing.
Even so, I’m glad to be home right now, curled up on my couch in my sweats. No professionalism or proving myself tonight. I can let my guard down and breathe. That’s a nice thing too.
