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I greatly enjoyed my first week working a day shift. It was so nice to be able to come home and be together like a normal family. Though I have to be honest, I felt a little like I was playing hooky when I walked out the door at 6:00. I kept thinking I should pull out of the parking lot quickly in case someone came running out after me. ;)
I had an interview in another department on Friday. I honestly don't know how I feel about it. It would be a permanent day shift, M-F, with hours that match Hubby's current hours. And the building is only a block away from Hubby's rather than across town. So it would be ideal, especially since we share a vehicle. I should find out in the middle of the week it I got the position. I'm leaving it all in God's hands. I know that if he wants me to get it, I will. But if not, I'll be ok staying where I am. We are just waiting for His provision. He knows what is best for us.
Meanwhile, Hubby has an interview in another department as well. (We work for the same company) His interview is tomorrow and would still be in the same building where he currently works. The hours would shift by 30 minutes, but that's no big deal. I think that position would be good for him. He has some personality conflicts with some of his current coworkers, but he has lunch with several people from the other department, so we know he'd get along with them. Again, we are leaving the details to God. He knows what is best.
In other news, my grandfather is not doing well. A few months ago he was diagnosed with cancer and refused to treat it. It looks like this is going to be the end for him. I am praying that he will go gently and be spared from any more discomfort. He is on a constant morphine drip and apparently sleeps most of the time, except when he is in too much pain. My parents are down in MO with him. I am not sure if I'll be able to go down for the funeral or not. I definately want to. I dearly love my grandfather. He's the only one I have left. My other grandfather died when I was a child. Pop has a special place in my heart and I am sad to see him go. Yet, I know that he will be pain-free and as strong as I remember him when God takes him home. I hope I can make it for the funeral, but it all just depends on the job situation and when the funeral may be. |
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