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.
2 comments:
I think it was Providence too Donna. It's just the perfect job for a woman of faith such as yourself! The friends you have made there are so nice and so good to you. You get tons of free books, you play cards and you have birthday parties for everyone and your car. You know that "normal" offices are just not that nice!
I'm surprised that it's been just eight years. That means that you started the year that Hans and I met. Somehow I thought you had been there longer...
Not that eight years isn't an accomplishment...!
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