well, I'll start with THE BAD. Everyone that reads this blog knows that I was fired from my job at WA, under sad and shady circumstances. Broken my heart in pieces, it has. But my friends in Peterborough have been good to me in my sad period, from listening to tunes with Noah (and his cats) to turkey poaching with Thom, Chris and Elyse. Desi, let us hang. But I have to trust God that he has something better in mind for me than my old job. which brings me to....
THE GOOD: I was offered another job today, by Carolyn Haight of Gilmore Memorial Baptist Church. She needs camp counsellors for Camp Kara, the two week camp she runs in August. So, barring any sudden changes, I will be a happy teen camp counsellor next week...with kids and crafts and horses. I am afraid of horses. They're large and they have big hooves. I would do it for half a jelly doughnut and a poke in the eye, but it does come with a little honourarium. Which helps a lot, because of...THE UGLY. I received my treeplanting cheque today. The total, for 2 months of hard labour, blood, sweat, and tears, is $96.57. Oh. Dear. I blanched three shades of grey, dropped the envelope, and put my dinner away when I saw the cheque. I didn't speak for an hour. My hands shook. Then eventually I got over it and concluded that I'll go back next year and givershit. Still, it will be a frugal year and I'm stressed out about it. Pray for me...I still need to pay for my sponsor child, and I'm not getting any richer. What I really need is a secure job when I get to school. Oh well...God has a tendency to take care of what I'm stressed about. The key is to not blow the cash he blesses me with.
Tomorrow, I go to Toronto to do student council/York stuff and reunite with my beloved Ori Dagan for some jazz and chilling at his house. I just need to not spend money. I will eventually write a book on how to "do" Toronto for twenty bucks. Trust me, it involves sitting in parks and reading novels with ice water. I am re-reading Meaghan's post "She kills time like a blackfly, baby" for reference.
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shannon. im praying for you. i know what it's like to get fired and feel horrible. i can relate. although when you're having a hard time, hearing about others "i was like that too.." stories are the last thing you wanna hear...
I will pray for you, you can talk to me anytime. I love you and know you will be taken care of and protected. God loves you. Keep loving him. If you have to listen to "Blessed is his name" By Newsboys ok? It reminds me that he blesses us, but because he is god, he has the ability to take away too. K?
hey babe... I dont understand, so you lost money this summer? really?
Sorry babe, that's icky. School starts soon, that will be good.
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