The Crazy Job Interview

 Oh hi kid,

It’s Wednesday afternoon and things are pretty quiet at work. I stress when it’s busy, but I don’t mind that stress. I stress when I’m not busy too, but I don’t care for that stress due to insecurity. I’m not too worried, there are things in the works that will get us going again pretty soon.

I had an interesting interview this morning. It was as if the recruiter felt bad that someone with as much experience as me might leave a job I liked for a crappy job like the one they were offering. She made it sound like if I wanted to do a good job and succeed, I’d need to basically fight the owner. I’m not afraid of a fight, and that’s basically what I did in my first six months at Neways. I think I made a good impression, but I defiantly don’t want the job. I need to call the recruiter and let him know. But it was pretty freaking weird.

I kept waking up all night anticipating the interview. Every dream I had about it was that that place was clownish and incompetent, which was basically verified in the interview. I’ve been praying about this opportunity to see if its a direction that was given for a reason or just a random happening. I think the dreams are pointing to the direction of random. I do believe that one should follow up on every opportunity, then use prayer and common sense to make the final decision. I also believe that God can answer prayer before they are offered. So in following up on these opportunities I can tell if I’m going to be needing it in the future. I probably just think too much though.

My big task at home for the week is the stage decorations for the ward party. I have them cut and mounted to boards. Next is paint and to figure out how to stand them up. Mom said they were cute, which was about the most I can expect in the form of renumeration.

(The more I tell you of the week, the more I realize that you really aren’t missing much around here)

The Projector cabinet has been put on the back burner for the ward party stuff. 

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It’s late now. Mom and I are in bed chatting with your brothers. Technically mom’s telling work stories. I love these chatty times. I got two coats of primer on the trees, I may put a coat of leftover ceiling paint if I have enough. I also bought some craft paint and some glittery spray paint to make them look a little less like crappy cardboard cutouts and more like set decorations. I also need to figure out how to get them to stand up. Dang, I’ll be glad when that stupid party is over.

Well kid, this is a short boring letter, as opposed to my long normal ones.

Sure love you, look forward to chatting tomorrow.

Pops