Oh, and an all-night volunteering shift and a road trip to Glasgow and back.
I do enjoy my life - it is not boring. Newton's First Law: A body at motion will remain at motion unless acted on by an external force. A body at rest will remain at rest. I am attempting to be the first, the "body in motion" remaining so. Keep runnin', Kiddo.
Yes, news. Fanfare, do-do-do-dooo! I have a new job. Sat on my bum playing with a telephone and an excel spreadsheet somewhere in the bowels on University admin. 16-20 hours a week paying better than the shop job but not as well as the cleaning job. And... they're happy with me keeping hold of two other jobs and fitting this one around them. Dear Lord, Thank You. I start Wednesday. Today is a Thursday, there's a few minutes left of it as a write.
This weekend, if I count Friday features; a lot of dressmaking, a cleaning shift, a birthday party, an important meeting with our final sleeping venue, a Street Pastor volunteering shift 10pm-4am, a drive from Aberdeen to Glasgow, an afternoon in Glasgow, a formal ball and afterparty, a night on a floor somewhere, a Cluedo party, a drive back to Aberdeen from Glasgow, a run-through-the-battle-plan committee meeting and a fair amount of caffeine. Wish me luck. Monday and Tuesday I'm at the shop job, Monday night I'm off to see a scary movie because I want to see the persons who wants to see it, early Tuesday I'm cleaning. Wednesday I start the new job, 7:30am on Thursday I'll drive to the train station and come home with an accordion belonging to someone I don't really know, then flyer everyone I can get to. On Friday starts the craziest three days of my little life. And there's lots still to do!
What are you up to?
Thursday 23 February 2012
Sunday 12 February 2012
Policewoman Officer
Advance warning: this post features some God stuff. They don't all, but God is a character in the story, so I will include him in my recounting of it. So there.
In my last post I got all excited about a possible job offer. I shouldn't. I should learn not to get excited because people suck, but it seems that somewhere fairly inaccessible I'm a bit optimistic, or if not optimistic then at least excitable. It also proved to me how naive I still am. If someone sits across a table from me and says they'll do a fairly simple thing by a certain date then I tend to believe them. I generalise unnecessarily, but I tend to believe people a lot at the time. Any doubt I have in their honesty or intentions usually arises afterwards. Especially so when the person concerned is someone I've just met and know little about. People you know have track records - you learn how reliable they are, and how much weight their promises carry.
New people - I stupidly trust. In that instance the new person was the restaurant Manager and she said, "we'll phone you either way by Friday, or Monday at the latest". Paraphrasing yes, but that middle bit was there - either way by date x. We will do a certain thing by this date. I expected a phone call. I got excited and waited by the phone. I blogged about my excitement. I told people I'd had an interview. Now I come creeping back to the blog feeling slightly embarrassed by my own naivety. No phonecall, no notin'. No restaurant job to tell you about. Ho Hum.
Up. Go again. Learn, kid, learn. This is the big mean world and you are but a fraction of a grain of sand (aside: still sand in my hair from yesterday, but that'll have to wait for another post) to the rest of the world. I don't always matter. People don't call when they promise. Rule, empirically proven.
God, empirically proven, also knows I am but a fraction of a grain of sand, but unlike the rest of us, has the capacity to take note of something so small and numerous. And if I am to be any sort of faithful, I have to accept that, whether or not I can get my head around it. I'm rambling here, but my point is that I have to trust, as flimsy as my trust may be, that the Big Guy had it planned out better. There are a number of other questions to insert here, but I'll not try to answer them. Why did God give me the interview if he wasn't going to give me the job? Why did he not prod the people to phone me? And this is only concerning a tiny little thing that did me no real damage. God lets us get disappointed, and lets us get hurt.
Deep, Kid, deep.
There's probably a whole bunch of different answers, and many of them are probably valid in most/some scenarios. Right now we're going to go with the easiest, most saccharine answer: He's got something else up his Godly sleeve. Yes, God has sleeves. Yes they're pretty funky sleeves.
God has better fashion sense than you: discuss.
End tangent. God. Sleeve. Next Thing. This autumn I went to stay in a cottage near Killiecrankie, and on the Sunday, visited the world's most welcoming church in Pitlochry. I pay more attention when at a new Church, and this guy was good. His point, abridged, was that a Godly life sometimes just means doing The Next Thing, whatever it may be, with all of the effort and vigour God has given us, and to do it as best we can, and to do it gladly because it is God's work. I liked that. Just do the next thing, and not begrudge what it takes out of you. My late Grannie had a thing about not begrudging things you give. Simple enough in theory. Clean, sensible, logical. Trust God to put the next part of the path before me feet and get on with it gladly.
And the next path may be.... Joining the Police. I thought about it good and hard. I'm not an idiot, I have a brain and I'd like to use it. I've tried the academic thing and I can do it fairly well but I don't excel. And I go crazy at a desk. There's a balance I think we all need to strike in different places between exercising brain and body. I need a fairly even mix, it seems. I know this world is broken, and if I'm not careful it won't be too long before I wind up so jaded and disappointed with it that I'll give up believing it can get better. I have to start trying now, while I'm still naive enough to think that almost everyone is innately good, just screwed up to different extents. I am going to try to be a grain of sand that makes a tiny little difference, hopefully to the good.
I asked a good friend to pray about it, and a week or so later his wife decided it was a great idea. And I trust her judgement.
This week I finished the forms and posted them. Recorded delivery and everything. £1.88. I could get 6 cream eggs for that and still get change. Better be worth it.
It'll probably we a long wait to hear, and I don't think the odds are on my side. Let's hope the Big Guy is. Please pray if that's your thing. If it's not, it's not.
Over and out.
In my last post I got all excited about a possible job offer. I shouldn't. I should learn not to get excited because people suck, but it seems that somewhere fairly inaccessible I'm a bit optimistic, or if not optimistic then at least excitable. It also proved to me how naive I still am. If someone sits across a table from me and says they'll do a fairly simple thing by a certain date then I tend to believe them. I generalise unnecessarily, but I tend to believe people a lot at the time. Any doubt I have in their honesty or intentions usually arises afterwards. Especially so when the person concerned is someone I've just met and know little about. People you know have track records - you learn how reliable they are, and how much weight their promises carry.
New people - I stupidly trust. In that instance the new person was the restaurant Manager and she said, "we'll phone you either way by Friday, or Monday at the latest". Paraphrasing yes, but that middle bit was there - either way by date x. We will do a certain thing by this date. I expected a phone call. I got excited and waited by the phone. I blogged about my excitement. I told people I'd had an interview. Now I come creeping back to the blog feeling slightly embarrassed by my own naivety. No phonecall, no notin'. No restaurant job to tell you about. Ho Hum.
Up. Go again. Learn, kid, learn. This is the big mean world and you are but a fraction of a grain of sand (aside: still sand in my hair from yesterday, but that'll have to wait for another post) to the rest of the world. I don't always matter. People don't call when they promise. Rule, empirically proven.
God, empirically proven, also knows I am but a fraction of a grain of sand, but unlike the rest of us, has the capacity to take note of something so small and numerous. And if I am to be any sort of faithful, I have to accept that, whether or not I can get my head around it. I'm rambling here, but my point is that I have to trust, as flimsy as my trust may be, that the Big Guy had it planned out better. There are a number of other questions to insert here, but I'll not try to answer them. Why did God give me the interview if he wasn't going to give me the job? Why did he not prod the people to phone me? And this is only concerning a tiny little thing that did me no real damage. God lets us get disappointed, and lets us get hurt.
Deep, Kid, deep.
There's probably a whole bunch of different answers, and many of them are probably valid in most/some scenarios. Right now we're going to go with the easiest, most saccharine answer: He's got something else up his Godly sleeve. Yes, God has sleeves. Yes they're pretty funky sleeves.
God has better fashion sense than you: discuss.
End tangent. God. Sleeve. Next Thing. This autumn I went to stay in a cottage near Killiecrankie, and on the Sunday, visited the world's most welcoming church in Pitlochry. I pay more attention when at a new Church, and this guy was good. His point, abridged, was that a Godly life sometimes just means doing The Next Thing, whatever it may be, with all of the effort and vigour God has given us, and to do it as best we can, and to do it gladly because it is God's work. I liked that. Just do the next thing, and not begrudge what it takes out of you. My late Grannie had a thing about not begrudging things you give. Simple enough in theory. Clean, sensible, logical. Trust God to put the next part of the path before me feet and get on with it gladly.
And the next path may be.... Joining the Police. I thought about it good and hard. I'm not an idiot, I have a brain and I'd like to use it. I've tried the academic thing and I can do it fairly well but I don't excel. And I go crazy at a desk. There's a balance I think we all need to strike in different places between exercising brain and body. I need a fairly even mix, it seems. I know this world is broken, and if I'm not careful it won't be too long before I wind up so jaded and disappointed with it that I'll give up believing it can get better. I have to start trying now, while I'm still naive enough to think that almost everyone is innately good, just screwed up to different extents. I am going to try to be a grain of sand that makes a tiny little difference, hopefully to the good.
I asked a good friend to pray about it, and a week or so later his wife decided it was a great idea. And I trust her judgement.
This week I finished the forms and posted them. Recorded delivery and everything. £1.88. I could get 6 cream eggs for that and still get change. Better be worth it.
It'll probably we a long wait to hear, and I don't think the odds are on my side. Let's hope the Big Guy is. Please pray if that's your thing. If it's not, it's not.
Over and out.
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