The Knock at the Door
The boys and I curled up together to read.
It's been a week full of employment applications, phone calls, resume submissions and cover letters written. I met with a volunteer who has been a career HR director and he went over my resume to give me suggestions for ways to make it more effective.
For it to only have been two weeks since I lost my job is hard to believe, it feels like forever. The supply of some things is getting low in the house and I'm trying to decide do we need that enough to break into savings for replacements? Or was that a luxury we can live without until our situation improves.
The kids saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with me a month or so ago. We have a theater down the street that has second run (is that the right term? the films that are not brand new releases) with admission for $1. So I took the guys to see it. I was pleasantly surprised because I'd heard such horrible things about this version from the critics, but I liked it in some ways better than the original film.
Anyway, the point of that is Charlie's father lost his job and they all had to eat cabbage soup. So the guys have been asking me whether they have to eat cabbage soup, too. (Tucker says he doesn't mind because he's a vegetarian - the kind that eats pork, and fish, and chicken, and hamburgers - and also cabbage soup.)
One of the things that has been very important to me has been to give the kids a sense of security. I worked very hard through the summer at putting aside a portion of every dollar I earned so that if something happened I would know that we have a cushion. My theory here is that as long as I'm not panicked, they will be okay too. And I'm not panicked. I'm unhappy about it. I've had more than one night of horrible dreams. And I've had days of feeling pretty down on myself. But I'm not panicked.
I have an interview this morning. And even after this, I have prospects for other positions so I'm busy. I feel like I'm at least DOING something. Here's what I've decided to do about the being fired situation. I'm not putting Mimi's on my resume at all. I'm not applying for serving positions at this point. That work is physically demanding and no one is perfect. If I can lose that job over one complaint as I've learned, then I'd never feel any sense of security there.
But enough of the week in review. I was telling you about the loud knock at my door in the midst of last night's reading session. I was wearing my pajamas, so the boys beat me to the door while I stopped to grab my robe. They peeked through the little spy hole, but didn't see anyone. So they opened the door a little crack. And there wasn't anyone there, but there was a box. A very large box. A box that contained a turkey, ingredients for desserts, veggies, stuffing, gravy, and a pan to cook the turkey and little turkey timers, and potatoes, and ... I'm having trouble making sure that everything gets on the list here. There was even a shopping card from a local grocery store.
I don't know who in Colorado Springs even knows about our circumstances. The shopping card was signed "God". Here is what I know. All the bills are paid. Our pantry is full. And I have hope and prospects for finding work. The knock at the door might not always be opportunity as we think of opportunity leading outward. The knock last night was my opportunity to rethink where I am, and to take another step or two back from panic. We are going to make it.
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