I've had a cold for the last two days and it has been a rather unpleasant experience. Its that "gunk," for lack of a better word, that has been going around. Luckily, it isn't the flu (I got my flu shot this fall). I've got a stuffy head, plugged up ears, and a sore nose from blowing.
My current condition on the health front made for an interesting day. I had a job interview for an "adult services librarian" position. It was the first of at least two that I'll have to go through. This first one was a "getting to know you" interview. Basically, I guess, it was the whittling down part of the process. I haven't really done something like that before. Now, I have to wait for a call back. I also have to fill out an official application for employment.
The library I had my interview is about two, maybe three, miles from my home. Its in the same county as I live, but I can't check books or other materials out of it. It has something to do with taxes. I was asked if I used the library very often and I was honest and said that I hadn't been there but two or three times because I wasn't able to check things out. My interviewer, Marge, understood.
I also have another interview at the big library downtown next week. And I have also applied for another job at the law library I work, this one is a full time position as opposed to the little parttime gig I have now.
I got my masters in Library Science in August. I applied for a couple positions, but I didn't get too excited about them. I wanted to actually have the degree in hand before I started looking for a job-- call it superstition, I don't know. Then the holidays came around and I felt guilty about looking for a job at that time of year since I work retail. I also wasn't too keen on trying to fit interviews in with my busy schedule. So, I took that two months off. Then my father got sick and I had to put my job search on hold, again.
When I was in confirmation we talked about prayer. My father always said that God answers all prayers, just not always the way we want them to be answered. He said God had three basic answers: Yes, No, and wait. When I was looking for a job and sending my resume out to libraries I got interviews, but I never got the jobs. I was disappointed and frustrated, but never angry. There always seemed to be a little voice somewhere telling me that it was okay and not to worry. I look back on the last two months, or so and I can see that that little voice was right. If I had gotten a new job before my father got sick I probably would not have been able to get the time off I needed to take care of things that needed to be taken care of. I might have, but maybe not.
So, looking back, I'm able to see God's plan in action. This helps me now. With my father's death, I'm able to look for jobs again. That probably sounds horrible, but I think you understand what I'm saying.
So, I'll hack my way through the weekend and continue to pray for God's guidance. Its going to be okay. That, I'm sure of.