Today I decide to be wealthy.
While cleaning out the sewing room yesterday, I rediscovered a book I'd read over a year ago: The Job Hunter's Survival Guide, by Dick Bolles. He puts out an annual job hunting guide, entitled What Color is Your Parachute? which I bought a copy of, and read it, years and years ago. I'll reread it this week. The book is a how-to guide for looking for work in this specific recession where jobs are so scarce and job hunters so plentiful.
Today is Sunday, always a "start over" day, a way to rest and prepare for the next six days.
Shea announced in Fast and Testimony Meeting that she's lost her job. I almost started crying for her, and I talked to her later. She's relieved, as the political pressure was so heavy there. When I'd applied last spring, she called to warn me that it was not a healthy place. She seems to be a few years old than I. don't dye my hair, so everyone sees how old I am, but most other people are determined to stay with the color, thank you very much.
On the way home from church, I pointed out the place I'd applied for the housekeeping job, and that I blew it when I admitted to looking for full-time work. June was with me in the car, and said that she'd be surprised if any jobs were full-time anymore. She told me how she'd talked to a banker some years ago, and he admitted that the jobs were all at 30 hours, so that they wouldn't have to have benefits. She scolded him, but that's as far as it went.
I got set apart for my calling in the Relief Society, to be a visiting teaching coordinator. In the blessing I was reminded that the Lord knows my challenges, and that fulfilling my calling would bring spiritual and physical benefits, and there was more. Basically, I'll be made aware of the needs of the sisters in the ward, and reminded that mine are small compared to others.
Decades ago, I had a blessing that told me that I think my sufferings are great, but the Savior's was far greater. I was reminded of that blessing today. The one who gave me that one died some time ago, but his spirit still visits me from time to time, sometimes to encourage me, sometime to call me to repentance. I wondered if he was there in the circle.
I had signed up a couple of weeks ago for the missionaries to come for dinner. My husband was working on a service call, so they couldn't come here. I was very grateful that I had the stuff to make a broccoli and chicken cream soup, which I took over to the West's, where they would be able to pick it up.
Tomorrow I will do more, do better.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
While cleaning out the sewing room yesterday, I rediscovered a book I'd read over a year ago: The Job Hunter's Survival Guide, by Dick Bolles. He puts out an annual job hunting guide, entitled What Color is Your Parachute? which I bought a copy of, and read it, years and years ago. I'll reread it this week. The book is a how-to guide for looking for work in this specific recession where jobs are so scarce and job hunters so plentiful.
Today is Sunday, always a "start over" day, a way to rest and prepare for the next six days.
Shea announced in Fast and Testimony Meeting that she's lost her job. I almost started crying for her, and I talked to her later. She's relieved, as the political pressure was so heavy there. When I'd applied last spring, she called to warn me that it was not a healthy place. She seems to be a few years old than I. don't dye my hair, so everyone sees how old I am, but most other people are determined to stay with the color, thank you very much.
On the way home from church, I pointed out the place I'd applied for the housekeeping job, and that I blew it when I admitted to looking for full-time work. June was with me in the car, and said that she'd be surprised if any jobs were full-time anymore. She told me how she'd talked to a banker some years ago, and he admitted that the jobs were all at 30 hours, so that they wouldn't have to have benefits. She scolded him, but that's as far as it went.
I got set apart for my calling in the Relief Society, to be a visiting teaching coordinator. In the blessing I was reminded that the Lord knows my challenges, and that fulfilling my calling would bring spiritual and physical benefits, and there was more. Basically, I'll be made aware of the needs of the sisters in the ward, and reminded that mine are small compared to others.
Decades ago, I had a blessing that told me that I think my sufferings are great, but the Savior's was far greater. I was reminded of that blessing today. The one who gave me that one died some time ago, but his spirit still visits me from time to time, sometimes to encourage me, sometime to call me to repentance. I wondered if he was there in the circle.
I had signed up a couple of weeks ago for the missionaries to come for dinner. My husband was working on a service call, so they couldn't come here. I was very grateful that I had the stuff to make a broccoli and chicken cream soup, which I took over to the West's, where they would be able to pick it up.
Tomorrow I will do more, do better.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
