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God has put me in yet another situation to learn how to be grateful. My Dad, who is a business owner, has allowed me the privilege of working at his office as a secretary for the summer. Why is this an amazing opportunity? I get to make my own hours. I am paid better than I would be at any other summer job I could have. I get to spend most of the day with my Dad. Why can't I seem to remember the awesomeness of all this? I sit at a desk for 4 hours a day observing the comings and goings of the gas station across the street. Every once in a while the phone will ring, and when it does I am filled with mixed emotions. "Sweet! I have something to do!" "Please God, don't let them ask me a question." I have decent people skills, which would be what landed me the job to begin with, but I have the knowledge of a 2 year old when it comes to the workings of the business. But, being the boss' daughter, I play up the cuteness factor and plead ignorance, and it usually works out for the best. Although there was that one time when I put the decimal point in the wrong place. I guess $7,000.00 is different than $70,000.00. Who knew?
So today I decided I needed to begin to look on the bright side of this. So here are some of the accomplishments that have flourished from 1-5:00 M-F...
1.) I am not an avid reader, but with four hours in front of me I have managed to put on my reading glasses and dive into a few books that have been in my "someday" pile for sometime. To date I've spent some quality time with Donald Miller's Blue Like Jazz, and Shaine Claiborne's Irresistable Revolution.
2.) I found a website that has the capabilities of curing even the most chronic cases of boredom. http://www.bored.com/
3.) During a usual afternoon of gas station blues, I began Googling everything from BP's mission statement to the Columbus Zoo's Panda Bears. Somewhere inbetween I typed in "Inner-City Teaching." (To catch some of you up to speed, this is the plan for my Someday. I want to teach in the inner-city of Chicago. I'm sure there will be more on this later.) The first link was to an organization called the Inner-City Teaching Corps. It seems like a reputable source (although I haven't been able to find ANYONE who has heard of it, probably not a good sign.) and I am excited to check into it further.
So aside from the occasional phone mishap and the excitement of the thriving fuel industry, God has used this experience to mold me further into who I am to become. I guess it does pay to have an in with the Boss.
God has put me in yet another situation to learn how to be grateful. My Dad, who is a business owner, has allowed me the privilege of working at his office as a secretary for the summer. Why is this an amazing opportunity? I get to make my own hours. I am paid better than I would be at any other summer job I could have. I get to spend most of the day with my Dad. Why can't I seem to remember the awesomeness of all this? I sit at a desk for 4 hours a day observing the comings and goings of the gas station across the street. Every once in a while the phone will ring, and when it does I am filled with mixed emotions. "Sweet! I have something to do!" "Please God, don't let them ask me a question." I have decent people skills, which would be what landed me the job to begin with, but I have the knowledge of a 2 year old when it comes to the workings of the business. But, being the boss' daughter, I play up the cuteness factor and plead ignorance, and it usually works out for the best. Although there was that one time when I put the decimal point in the wrong place. I guess $7,000.00 is different than $70,000.00. Who knew?
So today I decided I needed to begin to look on the bright side of this. So here are some of the accomplishments that have flourished from 1-5:00 M-F...
1.) I am not an avid reader, but with four hours in front of me I have managed to put on my reading glasses and dive into a few books that have been in my "someday" pile for sometime. To date I've spent some quality time with Donald Miller's Blue Like Jazz, and Shaine Claiborne's Irresistable Revolution.
2.) I found a website that has the capabilities of curing even the most chronic cases of boredom. http://www.bored.com/
3.) During a usual afternoon of gas station blues, I began Googling everything from BP's mission statement to the Columbus Zoo's Panda Bears. Somewhere inbetween I typed in "Inner-City Teaching." (To catch some of you up to speed, this is the plan for my Someday. I want to teach in the inner-city of Chicago. I'm sure there will be more on this later.) The first link was to an organization called the Inner-City Teaching Corps. It seems like a reputable source (although I haven't been able to find ANYONE who has heard of it, probably not a good sign.) and I am excited to check into it further.
So aside from the occasional phone mishap and the excitement of the thriving fuel industry, God has used this experience to mold me further into who I am to become. I guess it does pay to have an in with the Boss.
1 comment:
A book you must read, even though it is a little boring, but that will help tremendously with college reading is "How to Read a Book" by Mortimer Adler. I would say it is the most important book any college student could read, seriously!
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