Thursday, October 13, 2011

15 Days of Hell

15 days in and I hate my job. When I wake up in the morning, my chest is heavy and I am already stressed about what the day may hold. It takes up too much of my time and the people, well, they really are assholes.  In fact, the other day I said "God, please let them fire me", and, today, they did.

That's right folks after 15 days of working for the US government abroad I got canned for not having my resident permit. Most people would probably be devastated, but me, Im not. Its ok, because I hated it. I remember reading a blog a few months ago,  about a girl who wished to be fired and was. She thought it was a lesson of the power of the tongue and how you can speak negative things into your life. I look at it like an answer to my prayers.

I believe that every prayer we say has a deeper origin than us. It comes from some little seed that has been planted somewhere along the way and, when it blossoms, it is always a flower and never a weed. So in this instance, I will take a moment of silence- truly just a moment, and then move forward. Because over the years I have come to learn that a door never closes without a window opening.

Plus, I really, really hated that damn job.

Until Next Time. Smooches

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