Waiters

I’m in the middle of a job hunt right now, which is really no different than the last five years of my life. Maybe eight? It’s a little different I guess. The job I have at this wonderful little college is a three-semester gig and I’ve been applying all over the place since the beginning of this, my second semester. It’s fine–at least I have a job while applying for other jobs. All this is pretty boring I’m sure.

My name is in the hat right Joe for the job I currently have. That’s the weird part. I totally understand that’s how things need to go an it wouldn’t be fair if they just gave me the job straightaway and I can deal with that. And with the interviewees that I’m sure will come to campus and be shown around and see my office which would be their office. That’s fine.

It’s the waiting that’s the worst. I’m not a good waiter. That’s not true–I pulled decent tips at my truck stop job in college. Bad pun. It makes me think of my little brother. At his preschool graduation, when they were announcing what the kids wanted to be hen they grew up, his teacher said something like, “Caleb wants to be a waiter.”

I want to be waiter. A better one anyway. And I think the trick lies somewhere in being happy where you’re at, which is another one of those things I’m lousy at. Contentment in just being. How do you learn that one? I have no idea. But it kinda-sorta feels like it might be the secret to a happy and meaningful life.

2 thoughts on “Waiters

  1. Waiting. That word summarizes so much of our current existence. We are waiting for the arrival of our first child. Though not impatiently. We have a lot to learn about caring for a baby and home birth before April. Mitch is waiting out a less than ideal work situation. I am missing my Midwest roots, family near by, and the blessing of friends. Pursuing blogging and poetry has been a challenge, but it is one of the few things I genuinely enjoy. It is still hard to even call myself a writer, but I am giving myself permission. I feel guilty about not having a “real” job. I had flitted from one thing to another, but I feel swallowed up in such a huge city and generally overwhelmed. Being a youth minister’s wife feels full-time, and we only have one car to work off currently. But, those are just excuses. It is hard to fulfill everyone’s expectations, especially in Phoenix surrounded by career-driven and success-oriented people. I am trying to, as you say, find contentment where I am now. Most days that is difficult. We are striving to remember that we have so much to be thankful for and opportunities that we may not find elsewhere. The heart of thankfulness for me is found in changing my perspective.

    By the way, I am looking forward to reading The Northwoods Hymnal. I finally ordered it tonight!

    • Oh my goodness! I started blogging again today and was dreading working my way through a million spambot comments until I say this–thanks so much for checking in and I hope you’re enjoying the book.

      I think thankfulness is the key to just about everything in life…

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