Today marks my eighth anniversary at my job. Time has really flown. I can hardly believe it.
I am blessed to have this job. I work with wonderful people and am very proud of what we do here. Not everyone can say that.
Just thinking back to how it all started . . . once a week I get this free community newspaper delivered to my home - whether I want it or not. Most weeks it immediately goes into my recycling bin, but a little over eight years ago, I was unhappy in my work situation. This "free" paper was delivered on Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. Something told me I should look through the pages. On the Want Ads page, my eye stopped on an ad for a position at an address near my home. The next day, while driving home from Peder's Thanksgiving Day dinner, I decided to drive by the office to check it out. From my vantage point, it looked like a nice building. I drove through the parking lot to get another look. While my car was stopped, I looked ahead of me and there in my headlights were three deer: one sitting under a tree, one chewing on the shrubs, the third one staring into my lights. "It's a sign!" I thought.
I decided to wait until the next week's paper came to see if the job was still being offered. It was; I applied; and the rest is history. I don't consider it luck. I think it was Providential.