I'm still working out what to do with my job. I feel like it's time to move on. I'd like to work in the same system as Shane, so that I get all the same days off. Plus, it'd be a shorter commute.
However, I'm going to miss a lot of the people I've worked with. Both at LMA and with wrestling.
In the end, I want to do what God wills for me. He's the one who brought me here in the first place.
I originally didn't want to apply for the job I have. I knew what alternative looked like (good and bad). What I really wanted was to get out of special ed. I applied for something like 26 different positions. I got a handful of interviews and there was one position I was really interested in: A children's hospital sped position.
I thought it sounded fascinating. I went into the interview ready to learn more. There was a writing sample required at the end of the interview and I almost worked myself to tears writing my piece.
And I didn't get it.
I wasn't upset, though, because I was already suspecting God already had a plan. I thought I knew what it was, too.
I applied for the SPED position at the alternative school 20 days after I first applied for the hospital position. I got a job offer and made sure I stopped by the building to check out the program. I wanted to make sure I smelled hope before I accepted anything.
Four years later, here I am.
And here I'm wondering what the plan will be again. I'm pretty sure I know what I want: A change. Especially a change that leaves IEPs behind. There's a middle school and high school close to our new house. Shane would attend those eventually (which seems weird to me). They'd be a great commute.
I like the idea of trying out an elementary school, but I'd only really want to try it for a year. That doesn't seem like a wise move.
I like the idea of applying for the community college. I'm 90% sure the retirement systems through the state are the same.
The more I think about moving on though, a small piece of me starts to miss my current job. No matter the hard times, I was called to be there and glad for it.
Mrs. R (the secretary) brought in a piece of mail the other day. It was a coupon from Bonefish. It was what was under the letter that amazed her. Attached to her letter was an identical letter for me!
What are the odds!? We got the exact same coupon. Our names aren't too close in the alphabet. We don't live near each other in town and the mail doesn't screw up that often. And if it did, what are the odds of getting mail for someone you know and work with?
Maybe our names were pulled from a staff directory in an advertising attempt? I don't know. If that sort of thing keeps happening, I'm going to need to pray harder for God to open my eyes in case He's telling me to stay put!
A lot to think and pray about as a lot of other things to do, think, and pray about are in the mix.
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