Reached a milestone today....a slightly embarrassing one, but in a good way. More about that in a moment.
The big news? That I got while leaving the grocery store?....I have been offered a job! It's for a full-time French position. Surprisingly, I think this is probably the PERFECT job for me this year. I'll be teaching French 1. That's it. Not French 2, no IB or AP French, just...French 1. It's surprising to me to think this is perfect, because for a long time I was soooo convinced I really wanted only to teach upper level French. But, see, upper level French usually means you're teaching French 2, 3, 4, and maybe 5, plus AP and/or IB French.
If you're a teacher - you will understand when I say that upper level French means I could have 5, 6 or even 7 preps. If you're not a teacher, well, let me just say that each prep requires a lot of work, so the more preps you have, the more work you have. Three or four preps is kind of a lot. More than that is nearly insane.That's why it's a blessing to have only one prep. Some teachers work for years to get to the point where they only have one or two preps. And that's why teaching upper level French would be a daunting proposition, as there would be SO many preps.
So I'll be teaching French 1, on a campus with what appears to be a very supportive administration, as well as a foreign language section leader I think I will really enjoy working for. I will be assigned a mentor - probably a real mentor, someone who is actually helpful and willing to spend time with me - and I will also be collaborating with other electives teachers during our mutual conference periods. This is SO different from my previous experience!
Now, for the other news, which happened while I was still at the grocery store: my shorts almost fell off me! Right there by the cheese and sandwich meat! I could feel my shorts sliding down, then a little more down, and I had to stop to actually pull them up so they wouldn't fall all the way down. Woo-hoo!
Now, if only I could get my thighs to stop rubbing together...
It's been a long few days. A long week. Things are not...great. But things aren't terrible, either. I guess it depends on your perspective.
A little background...In 2011, after we found out my then-17-year-old daughter was going to have a baby, hubby and I talked about how we could best support her. At first, "support" meant, "No, we will not sign papers for you to terminate the pregnancy; yes, we are aware you could cross state lines and do it anyway, but please don't" - and then, as she got more used to the idea of being pregnant, support meant just to be there to talk to her, to help her see her relationship with the boyfriend in a positive light, to encourage the two of them, and to make sure she had nothing, really, to worry about. Financially, emotionally, in whatever way we could, we supported our daughter.
Then around February of last year the hubs and I started truly talking about, What if I were to quit work? I could take care of the baby while Daughter went to school and/or worked. The only thing was, we needed my income to make ends meet. But: what if Husband could get a job that would replace my income?
So, he did. He went back into the car business. I remember how terrible it was when he was in the car business years ago, so I kind of figured it would be terrible again, but nothing could prepare me for the roller-coaster we've been on since that fateful decision.
At the end of the 2012 school year I turned in my notice to the school district; meanwhile, over the summer, Husband was working crazy long hours making killer money. Problem was, the dealership was asking him to do things that, while legal, weren't nice. And the upward mobility wasn't what they'd said it would be. He ended up leaving that job to go work for a guy he used to work for, and liked working for, years ago.
Immediately husband was happier. Loved his job, liked his boss, hours weren't terrible. Fantastic! This was fall, and we had some money saved up. The boss was upholding his end of their agreement, paying Husband what they had agreed upon. Things were going well for a couple of months. But then business dropped off. Just before Christmas, the boss cut husband's pay. Slashed it. Whittled it down to a nub. As in, Husband's paycheck was roughly 10% of what we needed to stay afloat.
Did I mention that this happened around Christmas? Yeah.
So then, hubby starts looking for a new job. Starts looking seriously in January. Finds a new job. Seems like it's going to be a good place. He started in February and he was promoted very quickly into a position he really, really wanted and is very good at. Fantastic! Hooray! But what's the catch? Well, first of all, hubby doesn't have a pay plan. If you're in sales already skip this next part because you know what I'm talking about. For the rest of us ordinary people, a pay plan is an agreed-upon way the salesperson makes money. Car sales people make $100 for every car ("unit") they sell, or $50 if they have to split the sale. Finance guys make a percentage off the front end (net profit) and the back end (financing kick-backs from lenders). All dealerships will incentivize their sales staff by offering more money (higher percentage of the profit) when they attain certain sales goals. (But dealerships are also very clever in how they structure sales goals, so the goals seem attainable but usually aren't....they get the benefit of the salesperson's work, without having to compensate them when they don't reach the prescribed goal.) Pay plans are unique to every dealership.
Not having a pay plan is bad. It's like working blind, but it's worse than that - it's saying you will *completely* trust the dealership to compensate you fairly for your work. In all honesty I've never heard of anyone in the car business that worked without a pay plan. Therefore, I've been more than a little worried how this is all going to work out.
Now, I know that worry does nothing for me. I am fully aware that "each day has its own trouble," because "who, by worrying, can add even an hour to his life?" And that I shouldn't "be concerned about what to eat or what to drink or what to wear," because God knows that I need those things as well. I should "seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness" so that all these things will be given to me. I know this. I KNOW. But I guess that's where the Christian rubber has been hitting the road lately. It's one thing to KNOW this stuff; it's another thing entirely to PRACTICE it.
Good thing our pastor has been preaching on this very thing lately. (Tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor!)
Lately, husband has been coming home looking very worn out, very defeated, and very unhappy. And when I look at my rapidly-dwindling bank account, counting to myself the very little bit of money we have left that I am supposed to live off of for two whole weeks - ha, ha! - I, too, am feeling unhappy. Stressed. Worried. Starting to look around the house and think, What can I sell? or, Maybe I should give plasma at the blood bank for $20 a pop, I could do that a couple of times and have gas money.
That brings me to....today. Husband had to work today. Today. On a Sunday. Because the GM of the dealership said everyone had to work today. He also said that if they don't sell 20 cars by the end of the month, everyone will be working next Sunday. Easter Sunday. He said he doesn't care if it's Easter or not, or if everyone thinks he's a jerk: they need to sell 20 cars, period, or "you can go find another job somewhere else."
Pretty sure that's not legal, but it is the car business so it probably is somehow just barely justifiable. Anyway: poor tired husband went to bed early last night - as early as he could, considering he got home around 10 pm - so he would be rested enough to get up and go play drums at church.
Before he went to sleep, hubby was lying in our bed and just looking so defeated. I felt so guilty. Like I should never have agreed to this crazy idea of me quitting work so I could help with the baby. I told him I regretted quitting my job. I said it wasn't worth it, to see everything he was going through. He made light of it.
This morning, at church, I felt like I was hiding it pretty well, but then I saw a friend of ours who just always, always knows what's going on with you. He is ridiculously intuitive. As I brought in doughnuts and started making coffee for the cafe, our friend asked if he could help me. I smiled and shook my head. "You're carrying around a heavy burden," he said, which almost made me cry. I didn't say anything. Long pause. Then: "It's that heavy." I didn't say anything, couldn't look at him. I shrugged. He helped me make coffee and get the cafe ready.
Several times during worship I thought I was going to cry. Then, after the sermon, pastor called people up for prayer. Husband went up. I did too, but kind of behind him. Pastor prayed over him, then our friend prayed over him. I hoped it would help.
Hubby had to leave during second service to get to work on time. At the end of that service, Pastor again called people up for prayer, and I went up. Our friend came and prayed for me. He really just spoke the truth to me: There is much chaos in my house lately. We have made some very big sacrifices for our family. And I am a strong woman of God, and I keep praying, and God knows this, and He is there. And He is proud of me. I never knew how much I needed to hear that, until I did. This really struck my heart powerfully. And my friend prayed for peace, and I did feel much more peaceful. Also I cried. I hate that. But I guess it was necessary.
After church I had to go to the grocery store and return some stew meat that had gone bad (the rest of the stew fixings were waiting), and while I was there, I just....went ahead and got a couple of things I knew we needed. Because like Pastor has been preaching: I am going to just go out there in faith and wait for God to do something, because He is. Or, if He isn't, if we keep getting the same old situations and the same problems over and over again, we will pray to find out what it is God wants us to learn from these situations. Either way: it's in His hands.
Everything, I mean. Everything is in His hands. Our lives. Our family. Our health, our money, our home, our cars - everything. There is not one thing He doesn't know about, not one thing He hasn't blessed us with.
I feel like I keep asking my Daddy to help, help, help me, and help me again....I guess I really have been worried, like Pastor talked about today in his sermon illustration: I have been worried that I'm annoying the Lord by asking and asking for help...when really, He is so amazing, He is so big - measuring the universe in his hand! - that nothing is too hard for him.
I'm in this for the long haul. I'm in my marriage for the long haul, I'm in my family for the long haul, and I'm in my faith for the long haul. I'm not going to let temporary worldly concerns define me! If God be for me, who can be against me? And has He not commanded me to be strong and courageous, for He is with me always? Even Elijah, God's prophet, who ran away because Jezebel put a bounty on his head - even Elijah didn't get lifted out of his circumstances. Instead, the LORD allowed Elijah to see him. That was it. That was enough.
