I treasure my Fridays. I'm busy from sun up to sun down and it's usually things I want to do so I love it. Last Friday was the opposite. We haven't quite gotten the morning routine down. Me getting up at six is not early enough, obviously, because when it's time to get out of the house at 7:40 we're not ready. My hope was for all girls to be ready- dressed, fed, lunches packed for Copper and Taryn, house picked up, and me ready for work- so that after I dropped off carpool I'd just head to work. No go. Oh well.
Last Friday we hurried and were still late picking carpool up. The twins and I came home and I tried to clean our broken up house. The yard was a disaster, which I hate because I like yard work and haven't had time for it. Every room in the house looked like a tornado. I'm still in the middle of patching holes and painting so I have piles of things everywhere.
So I didn't love getting dressed up in extra fancy clothes for a job interview. I wished I had dressed like Micah. But I went, and on my way I stopped to see my friends at the Utah State Hospital. Not client friends- haha. Work friends. They had kindly made me a good luck basket. And bought me lipstick (me, yes, I work lipstick). And they had taken me shopping the week before. My dear friend and former boss (whose job I thought I wanted) basically told me I needed new clothes so she took her team and they dressed me up.
Long story short, I arrived at the interview ready to "knock them dead," which I did, apparently. The panel folks were my good partners through other agencies- nobody from DCFS. It went amazing and the call for a second interview came before I got home from the first.
I got home, had no time to change out of said fancy clothes, and rushed to pick up carpool and the twins. By the time we dropped off half the van, I grabbed the kids a snack and headed to my office. Why I agreed to a 3:00 p.m. meeting on a Friday is unknown. I'd rather have been home in my paint clothes. At least this was a meeting I could bring the girls to, which they loved because they play with all the germ-ridden toys in my office. It's disgusting. No really, it's disgusting.
We got home close to five o'clock, just in time to make a salad, wait for dad, and hit our ward party at the duck pond. I'm not sure who thought of the great idea to give fish away as kid game prizes, but thankfully our kids didn't get one. And Taryn's wonderful fish she won went home with her.
Three hours later we were home and the kids finally asleep. Friday gone.
Fast forward to yesterday when I had my second interview for the job. It was a 50/50 chance between my co-partner and I. The job was part supervisor of two specialty teams and full-time administrator. I'd been praying for a week that if the job lead me away from my home and family, then please Heavenly Father steer me away from it. My heart belongs at home. I'm not striving to be a first class businesswoman or rise to the top of a company. But I applied because it's 1) the only way to get a raise around there; 2) I couldn't really look at our org chart and find someone I'd rather work for; and 3) I know the job and knew I could do it.
The second interview also went well, especially considering my nerves since it was only the director, associate director, and myself. It may have been the second outfit of fancy clothes I bought and the jewelry I borrowed. And the lipstick.
When the call came today, the old, "You're such a great leader and have done so much but..." I hung up the phone to face all my insecurities. I cried a little out of disappointment but more so because my inner demons tried to tell me it must be because of all my faults. Story of my freaking life. Thankfully I've grown a lot stronger in the last couple of months, spiritually speaking. I know I have talents, strengths, and skills. I know I am always, always, always in the direction I need to be. I believe I am personally guided and taken care of by the God that loves me.
And then I felt relief. I am sure the job would have cost me tears and frustration of the balance between home and work. It is already a juggle and struggle. So I texted my friend and co-worker, now boss of me, and congratulated him. I'd rather him have the stress and me keep to my back-corner office, where I rarely turn on the light or open the door, but where the folks around me know me as a peer, confidant, and helper. And as it turns out, my now boss' first agenda item is to hire a supervisor to ease the load, which is obviously burdensome and heavy. That's a job I could handle better; I'll see where I'm lead.
So I have my Fridays back. Tomorrow I'm taking the kids to school in my pajamas, getting the twins a donut for breakfast, painting the rest of my living room, mowing the lawn, and maybe answer a few work emails and calls at my leisure.
Moral of the story: trust that God knows us and our lives better than we ever will. Enjoy the disappointments because we can also enjoy the delight and blessings on their way.
Last Friday we hurried and were still late picking carpool up. The twins and I came home and I tried to clean our broken up house. The yard was a disaster, which I hate because I like yard work and haven't had time for it. Every room in the house looked like a tornado. I'm still in the middle of patching holes and painting so I have piles of things everywhere.
So I didn't love getting dressed up in extra fancy clothes for a job interview. I wished I had dressed like Micah. But I went, and on my way I stopped to see my friends at the Utah State Hospital. Not client friends- haha. Work friends. They had kindly made me a good luck basket. And bought me lipstick (me, yes, I work lipstick). And they had taken me shopping the week before. My dear friend and former boss (whose job I thought I wanted) basically told me I needed new clothes so she took her team and they dressed me up.
Long story short, I arrived at the interview ready to "knock them dead," which I did, apparently. The panel folks were my good partners through other agencies- nobody from DCFS. It went amazing and the call for a second interview came before I got home from the first.
I got home, had no time to change out of said fancy clothes, and rushed to pick up carpool and the twins. By the time we dropped off half the van, I grabbed the kids a snack and headed to my office. Why I agreed to a 3:00 p.m. meeting on a Friday is unknown. I'd rather have been home in my paint clothes. At least this was a meeting I could bring the girls to, which they loved because they play with all the germ-ridden toys in my office. It's disgusting. No really, it's disgusting.
We got home close to five o'clock, just in time to make a salad, wait for dad, and hit our ward party at the duck pond. I'm not sure who thought of the great idea to give fish away as kid game prizes, but thankfully our kids didn't get one. And Taryn's wonderful fish she won went home with her.
Three hours later we were home and the kids finally asleep. Friday gone.
Fast forward to yesterday when I had my second interview for the job. It was a 50/50 chance between my co-partner and I. The job was part supervisor of two specialty teams and full-time administrator. I'd been praying for a week that if the job lead me away from my home and family, then please Heavenly Father steer me away from it. My heart belongs at home. I'm not striving to be a first class businesswoman or rise to the top of a company. But I applied because it's 1) the only way to get a raise around there; 2) I couldn't really look at our org chart and find someone I'd rather work for; and 3) I know the job and knew I could do it.
The second interview also went well, especially considering my nerves since it was only the director, associate director, and myself. It may have been the second outfit of fancy clothes I bought and the jewelry I borrowed. And the lipstick.
When the call came today, the old, "You're such a great leader and have done so much but..." I hung up the phone to face all my insecurities. I cried a little out of disappointment but more so because my inner demons tried to tell me it must be because of all my faults. Story of my freaking life. Thankfully I've grown a lot stronger in the last couple of months, spiritually speaking. I know I have talents, strengths, and skills. I know I am always, always, always in the direction I need to be. I believe I am personally guided and taken care of by the God that loves me.
And then I felt relief. I am sure the job would have cost me tears and frustration of the balance between home and work. It is already a juggle and struggle. So I texted my friend and co-worker, now boss of me, and congratulated him. I'd rather him have the stress and me keep to my back-corner office, where I rarely turn on the light or open the door, but where the folks around me know me as a peer, confidant, and helper. And as it turns out, my now boss' first agenda item is to hire a supervisor to ease the load, which is obviously burdensome and heavy. That's a job I could handle better; I'll see where I'm lead.
So I have my Fridays back. Tomorrow I'm taking the kids to school in my pajamas, getting the twins a donut for breakfast, painting the rest of my living room, mowing the lawn, and maybe answer a few work emails and calls at my leisure.
Moral of the story: trust that God knows us and our lives better than we ever will. Enjoy the disappointments because we can also enjoy the delight and blessings on their way.
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