Ah, the job search. How I adore the hunt, sniffing out the trail of “Hiring” signs and applications. How I love the interviews — that slick feeling on the palms of my hands as I smile and try to answer coherently. How I relish being turned down so I can search some more!
Right. I’ve been looking for a summer job for a few weeks, and dude, it is hard. I apply and get rejected, apply and get rejected, and the list keeps getting longer. I am not an assertive person. I am not a people person. I hate going into stores and asking if they are hiring. I put it off as long as possible. But it’s inevitable. At this moment, I am dreading growing up, because that means REALLY searching hard. If I have this much trouble just finding a summer job, what am I going to do after college?
I actually got my first job last summer. There is a frozen yogurt parlor close to my house, and I thought it might be a fun place to work. I got an application, filled it out, and walked in one day. The manager was there, and she looked over the application, asked me a couple of questions, and then handed me a W2 and a t-shirt.
I was elated. How easy was that? I started training the next week and worked there till school began. I believed — and still do — that God had given me that job.
However, I almost wish it had not been that easy. I’ve had to realize that I was an exception last summer, and that to get a job I have to work a lot harder. And it’s difficult. When I’m nervous, I procrastinate. Then my parents get on my back about it and that makes me even less inclined to do what I have to.
I’m thankful for my parents, and I know they’re trying to help. But all the “pep talks” in the world are not going to make me grow up any faster, and I wish they would realize that I need to make my own mistakes. I need to make up my own mind. But I also know that this is my life, and I need to be satisfied with my own motives. Just because my parents tell me to do something doesn’t mean that’s the reason I do it.
This probably sounds like a rant, and I guess it is. I just want someone to know that I am doing what I need to do. And I am still trusting God.
Now I’m off to call about a job.