I know, it's been sooo long since I've written on here. It just kind of seemed like life (or the enjoyable and personal parts of it) were on hold while we were living with Jason's parents. 30-second update: I worked at both Kohl's and the Marriott for awhile, then went full-time at Marriott. Jason worked at Albertson's and then headed the stake boy scout See's Candy fundraiser from Thanksgiving until right before Christmas. I went to Sacramento for a few days in November to be a bridesmaid at Christy's wedding. Looking back, I can still hardly believe I lived with my inlaws for about five months. They're awesome, but I really fought to keep my sanity at times. We spent Christmas with my folks, had a great time, and came back to Idaho January 2nd.
Took a couple days to round up all our stuff and move in, then started the dreaded job searching. I had thought I would have my pick of the hotels and be set, but let's just say Marriott spoiled me terribly. The hotels around here were all not hiring, though two of them brought me all the way in for an interview before they bothered to tell me that. (?!) And they were both ridiculously ghetto. The manager who interviewed me at Super 8 was making less than the salary I started at at Marriott, and she'd been there four years! So long story short, I actually landed a job at Rexburg Floral, even though the owner knew I had no experience but just wanted to learn very badly. Only thing is, he said he'd give me full time, but I don't know that he really will. There's hardly enough for everyone to do even with me just working afternoons. So I might try to find a morning job after Valentine's Day. But will that be worth it, to keep both? If I find a good-paying job, should I ditch the flowers and take it?
What's a kick in the head, you ask? Oh, everything. Life is good, but it's so ironic. Like working today at the florist with a woman who almost completely lacks charm and social skills. In her monotone voice, she asks if I'm going to school. Same old story. "No, I graduated." "Oh." Surprise. "What in?" "In psychology." "And you're working here??" Gritting teeth. "Yeah, I tried my degree and wanted to shoot myself, but I like working with flowers even if it doesn't pay much." "Isn't there anything else you could use your degree for?" "Not really, you need a Master's." "Didn't you know that before you majored in psychology?" Gritting teeth harder.
So what do I do? I could probably find a higher-paying job as a secretary or some junk somewhere if I was patient. But I'd have to dress up every day, kiss butt to some suit, and play the corporate game. At the florist, I'm learning more skills every day, maybe skills I can put to use on the side someday if I get good enough, and--gasp!--enjoying my job! For the most part, anyway. The glamour of making flower arrangements does wear off, and it's slow now, so there really isn't a lot to do. (Next week will DEFINITELY be a kick in the head.) But it's what I've wanted, and yet I feel guilty for not making more money for us. Is this how men feel? Like they have to do whatever it takes to make money, money, money, and put their own interests aside? Is that what we all should do??
Whatever. The Lord has always taken care of us. I'm sure He'll continue to do so. And meanwhile, I'm learning more every day. Just ask me what Delphinium or Alstromeria look like. Go on, ask!
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