If it isn’t one thing, it’s going to be another…
Ever curious about a quick, easy way to stop eating fast food?
Lose your job.
Actually, I’m pleased to report that my account was still on file with a school district that I was substitute teaching in last year. Meaning, after some quick paperwork I’m back in the game in the classroom. This in turn will also bring about the question, “Are you ever going to teach in a real position?” Only God knows that answer at this point, but I am definitely showing some praise for the fact that there is a temporary position available for me at the moment, in a district that I grew to love over last fall as well.
The morning after is always the hardest… Continue reading
I’m typing this from my parent’s PC in the living room this hot afternoon in the Midwest. I should be typing this on my laptop, right? Yeah, I should except that, that laptop wasn’t mine to begin with, it belonged to the company that I was employed with.
Earlier this afternoon I was notified that my services as a social media consultant were no longer needed as the businesses I worked with were “going in a new direction” by way of social media use. In other words, I didn’t fit the bill, I had worn out my welcome, and I was no longer needed.
Put bluntly: I was let go from my job this afternoon.
Just like a divorce, and other eventful, painful moments in life there seems to always be paperwork involved. I had to leave my signature along with an office key, laptop, and security device that allowed me into the office. I couldn’t write my name quick enough.
For a few weeks, very similar to the events that transpired with Subway in July of last year, I had the internal feeling that my time was drawing short within the company. I wasn’t involved in as many meetings, I was being asked what the passwords were for all the social media accounts, and other little hints that I was able to note that the end was coming.
Thankfully, I wasn’t completely caught off guard this afternoon. Darco was, as I’m sure I just made her shift at the coffee shop very stressful, but internally I’m quite well. The truth is that while I enjoyed this “dream job”, I don’t think that it was the dream for me. I enjoyed what I did, but I definitely wound up viewing it as a job, and not as something that I forgot I was doing for a job. Also, in light of ongoing conversations with Darco about running, this too ties into a delicate topic that we had discussed for the previous few weeks.\
Spiritually, I don’t see this as God saying, “You abused what I gave you, so I’m taking it all away.” Instead I find peace and excitement in knowing that gears are finally turning, and change is coming to our household. It’s hard to fight back the fears of paychecks, bills, and other ongoing problems, but where this door was evidently closed and this chapter secured; a new one is bound to open soon.
I’m pleased in the fact that the first thing I did after leaving the office was contact the former employee I worked under while subsitute teaching in a local school district. While I’m sure there is some needed paperwork for me to fill out, I’m quite confident that I’ll be back in the classroom within that district very soon. Darco is looking for promotion halfway through September, and while the paycut is indeed evident, if things go smoothly it’ll balance itself out quickly.
I understand that substitute teaching is definitely a short term fix to the immediate problem, so it looks like the resume I’ve been working on for a few weeks was a positive indicator and evidence that I listened to God. There’s a position that has opened up at a specific office that I’m interested in, so I’ll be sure to check that out as well. If nothing else, perhaps the third time is the charm. Twice now I’ve avoided full time teaching positions because something else has come up at the last moment, perhaps this’ll be the time where that cycle ends.
I’m not sure. What I do know for sure is that it’ll be nice not to work on a Twitter account 24/7 non-stop knowing that appreciation will never be given. The other blessing (big time), is that because of the decrease of the mental load, I can begin to focus more and more on my running curriculumn. I’m sure there are plently of readers that may their eyes while reading over these lines, but for future progression this is an important blessing to immediately recognize.
I’m not heartbroken or sad, I was scared for quite a while today, but the more I calm down the more I begin to realize how much of a real life blessing this really is.
First, as always, be sure to read this piece just to get up-to-speed on what happens when I’m on Twitter for too long.
Next, a friend of mine from down in Texas introduced me to a very random, quirky, fun t-shirt company called NumShirt.
The concept is very simple, choose a black t-shirt or a white t-shirt, next choose a number that you like (favorite number, sports number, etc…), and finally choose a font. Once your completed, you check out via their website and after payment you’ll have your own t-shirt with a number on it, that you chose, shipped to your doorstep.
I’m not making this up.
After a fun dialogue with the guys from NumShirt, I agreed to snag a shirt and in turn I’d show a photo on Twitter of myself wearing their gear. However, for the sake of entertainment I’m going to take it a step further.
I know at least 390 different accounts have subscribed to this blog, not to mention over 1,000 Twitter followers, nearly 300 Facebook friends, and a Google+ page that’s accumulated 30,000 views in the past two weeks (see why I love my job). I wanted to share the random shirt with all of you here on FilingThePapers as well. It’s fun, it’s unique, and it seems like something that just fits for the oddities that this site contains.
The t-shirt is 100% cotton, and I will admit after wearing it for an entire summer day in August, it’s a very comfortable, very, very light material. Making it a shirt that is more likely to be worn versus the standard, cheap cotton shirts with screen press art.
You can order your own NumShirt at their website that’s linked to this text.
I hate close calls.
In my head I thought that colds were best handled with hot showers and hot tea. Since recovering from my recent ailment I thought a “hot run” would do the body some good also. Especially for being off for a week.
With a heat index of 103℉ I set off from my parents house on a hopefully easy two mile run. Turns out I wasn’t completely recovered. Continue reading
Darco slept…I’m not kidding from 10:00 PM last night to 12:00 PM this afternoon. That would be a staggering 14 hours without getting up, once! I tagged on another 10 hours last night as well. Frankly, someone could have stolen “the dark one” and we would not have known due to sleep.
The light is at the end of the tunnel, I can see it, but our family is taking quite the beating in order to get there.