Have a Little Faith...

As many may have witnessed, I was stressing about finding a job most of this semester. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to do, nor where I would be able to do it. The stress of the possibility of relocation loomed over my head, and I felt a need to “prove” that spending four years of my life and thousands of dollars on an education hadn’t gone to waste.

I got a job, three weeks ago, for a marketing company in Tigard. It wasn’t ideal, I’d be spending the first six months doing painstaking jobs like peddling office supplies door-to-door. But it was a job, and three weeks before graduation, something I just didn’t feel right turning down. The pay was decent, and advancement likely, so I figured I could suck it up for awhile. Everyone pays their dues, right?

The following days after accepting the job I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I already hated my job, and I hadn’t even started it yet. I wanted to call and quit. I had almost convinced myself, when I got a phone call from another job application that I had submitted online.

I hadn’t bothered to follow up on the job, after all, it was only five hours a week and I wanted it as an accessory, not my main source of income. I figured working as a supervised visitation facilitator would look good on a grad school resume should I choose to go, so I could work those 5-10 hours a week in on the side.

I dressed for the interview and went in ready to give it my best shot, even though it was only a 5-10 hour a week job. Perhaps it paid a lot and would provide some nice auxiliary funds. As I sat down prepared once more to sing my own praises and smile and nod a lot, a funny thing happened. Tara asked, “Now, we’ve been interviewing for a few different positions lately, which one are you here for?” My mind flashed back to the background research I’d done on the company, remembering another full-time position they had offered on their website.

“well…technically I’m here for the supervised visitation facilitation position, but I’d love to be considered for the youth treatment specialist position as well…”

Such a simple side-note, and yet it changed my entire plan. After an amazing hour long interview, I knew I had found a place where I could grow and belong. A place where I could apply the psychology and communication skills I had been working on, and that would look awesome on my resume for grad school. I could work with kids, learn the ins and outs of a non-profit, and whittle out where I really belonged in grad school.

So my “something new” is about to be a lot of “something news” – off on a new job, in a new apartment, with no school waiting in the relatively near future.

The something new I learned last week was to have a little faith. Things work out, and with a little hard work we end up where we are meant to be.