So, I'm back on the job hunt. I never thought I'd be back here, humbling myself to be worthy to the unworthy of Milwaukee. But I am. I so wanted to be here so much, I'm swallowing all my pride and applying for jobs I would have never given a second thought. Cafeteria worker at a nursing home. Custodian technician at a daycare center. Wal-Mart. All of which, are very respectable ways of earning money, but it's not the way I ever saw myself earning money.
When I was in the third grade, my teacher Ms. Cloud, gave us an assignment to write a one page essay, in cursive, what we wanted to be when we grew up and why. Greg Scotts said he wanted to be a garbage man because they make a lot of money. Kylie Byrd said she wanted to own a jewelry store, like her mother, that way she could make a lot of money and wear all the gold jewelry she wanted to. I wrote that I wanted to be an archeologist. Just like Indiana Jones. It wasn't the thrill of finding ancient Biblical artifacts that enticed me. It was the sense of adventure.
When it comes to jobs, I'm not attracted to the amount of money it offers (although it does help!). I'm more interested in the work and whether or not I'll enjoy doing it on a day to day basis. Because if I don't enjoy what I'm doing, then it'll show in my work and then obviously, nobody's happy.
But I guess this is all part of living in your twenties; taking on meaningless, mediocre jobs just to get by and help you survive until you get to your thirties. At least, that's what it seems so far. I don't want to be in my thirties and find myself in this same stressful situation. It's not fun.
A week before I was born, my mother and father went to an old fashioned fire and brimstone revival. You know, one of those repent your sins or burn in a lake of fire type things. And during the pastor's sermon, he stopped mid-verse and made his way down to where my parents sat. He told them, God compelled his spirit to let them know that the baby inside my mom would do great and wonderful things and that the baby would be a boy and that his name would be David. This shocked my mom and dad, who hadn't the slightest idea what the sex of their unborn baby was.
They had already decided to name me Michael if I was a boy or Diamond if I was a girl (According to my mom, Diamond is listed in the Bible as the daughter of some big legacy family. And though that may be true, let's face it...it would have left my future career possibilites limited, if you know what I mean), but listened to the young pastor and, well, that's how I got my name.
Now if I can only figure out what great and wonderful thing I'm supposed to be doing. That's what's been heavy on my mind for the past week. That and wondering whether or not my current unemployment fits into that plan. I still haven't told my family that I got fired, only because, I still don't know what to say. Right before I got that un-fateful phone call, I was just telling my family over Google Video Chat, that I was excited about the opening of the store and finally working again. Guess I spoke too soon.
And it's humiliating having to admit defeat, yet again, because it does make me wonder, what exactly am I doing wrong, that people just don't want me working for them? If I could pinpoint the problem and learn from it, I could move on and get onto my great and wonderful future, instead of being stuck in despair and hopelessness.
When I was in the third grade, my teacher Ms. Cloud, gave us an assignment to write a one page essay, in cursive, what we wanted to be when we grew up and why. Greg Scotts said he wanted to be a garbage man because they make a lot of money. Kylie Byrd said she wanted to own a jewelry store, like her mother, that way she could make a lot of money and wear all the gold jewelry she wanted to. I wrote that I wanted to be an archeologist. Just like Indiana Jones. It wasn't the thrill of finding ancient Biblical artifacts that enticed me. It was the sense of adventure.
When it comes to jobs, I'm not attracted to the amount of money it offers (although it does help!). I'm more interested in the work and whether or not I'll enjoy doing it on a day to day basis. Because if I don't enjoy what I'm doing, then it'll show in my work and then obviously, nobody's happy.
But I guess this is all part of living in your twenties; taking on meaningless, mediocre jobs just to get by and help you survive until you get to your thirties. At least, that's what it seems so far. I don't want to be in my thirties and find myself in this same stressful situation. It's not fun.
A week before I was born, my mother and father went to an old fashioned fire and brimstone revival. You know, one of those repent your sins or burn in a lake of fire type things. And during the pastor's sermon, he stopped mid-verse and made his way down to where my parents sat. He told them, God compelled his spirit to let them know that the baby inside my mom would do great and wonderful things and that the baby would be a boy and that his name would be David. This shocked my mom and dad, who hadn't the slightest idea what the sex of their unborn baby was.
They had already decided to name me Michael if I was a boy or Diamond if I was a girl (According to my mom, Diamond is listed in the Bible as the daughter of some big legacy family. And though that may be true, let's face it...it would have left my future career possibilites limited, if you know what I mean), but listened to the young pastor and, well, that's how I got my name.
Now if I can only figure out what great and wonderful thing I'm supposed to be doing. That's what's been heavy on my mind for the past week. That and wondering whether or not my current unemployment fits into that plan. I still haven't told my family that I got fired, only because, I still don't know what to say. Right before I got that un-fateful phone call, I was just telling my family over Google Video Chat, that I was excited about the opening of the store and finally working again. Guess I spoke too soon.
And it's humiliating having to admit defeat, yet again, because it does make me wonder, what exactly am I doing wrong, that people just don't want me working for them? If I could pinpoint the problem and learn from it, I could move on and get onto my great and wonderful future, instead of being stuck in despair and hopelessness.
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