Oh, the beautiful and satisfying feeling of moving on up. A sense of relief that takes over.
You’re job here is done. 6 months and 09 days is what it took before the next chapter.
Silly, impatient you. Thinking you’d be stuck in your unemployed situation forever. You were blessed after many shattering rejections with a job. Not the ideal position for someone with a baccalaureate, but after 1 year and 5 months of unemployment how could one be picky?
Not the ideal position at all. This isn’t what I studied for. All my years, studies, and accumulated debt wasn’t for this. This, what would become the position I would learn so much from. In a place where we had one team, one mission. A place where I would soon feel it is exactly where I belonged. After all, there is a purpose and time for everything. And my purpose had to be fulfilled as a direct care worker to the clients residing in that shelter.
It wasn’t the ideal job. It was out of my jurisdiction. I never thought I’d do some kind of work like this and I’d love it. I can honestly say, I loved it. Sure, the hours were hectic – 12 hour shifts. And there could be other negative points I could pick at, but that doesn’t compare to the lives I was able to “teach.” Little did they know, that when I spoke to them about having patience, I was a learner alongside with them.
How could I, the person who would get discouraged after not finding employment over a year have the ability to speak and teach patience? It was all a “set-up.” God was setting me up to learn a trait that I would soon have to teach the kids.
Oh, but it isn’t easy to be patient. I understand their frustration. Of wanting to be elsewhere in that point in time, but being in the same situation, day after day after day. Of course, our stories are extremely different. If anything, they have more valor. The things these kids must endure for a shot at a better life, here in USA is beyond amazing.
Patience goes a long way. I lived it. I saw it. I learned it. I “taught” it. When I say I taught patience, I don’t mean I hosted seminars about How-To have patience, and BAM you now learn everything about it. Because that isn’t how patience is learned. It’s an individualistic process. It’s different for every one but has the similar end result when one gets the purpose behind the situation and we let our characteristic evolve into having patience. I guess, the proper term in this case would be, I was an advocate of patience. There, much better. Among other things, having a handful of kids tell me, “Gracias, Ms. Mata por sus consejos…” it just tugged at my heart. A confirmation I was meant to be at that place even if ideally it wasn’t ideal for me.
And then what seemed out of the blue for me, but perfect in God’s plan, a job fair was held. A friend informed me. I was iffy about it. There goes my indecisive nature, another trait I had to mold and am learning to change. I gave it a shot. Last minute. I went without thinking much of it. I already have a job, if all goes well and am rejected like all the other times during unemployment, at least I’ll have something to fall back on. I’ll still be getting a paycheck. Sad to say, but that was my mentality going into the interview. So, I wasn’t nervous. Not this time around. And somehow that mentality and the lack of nervous sweat breaking out, I reeked of confidence. I was told by the interviewer, after answering the questions, “Ms. Mata you’re confident you’re going to get the job, right?” At that point, I wasn’t aware of it. But my answers did surprise me. As if, I had the perfect words to say. And my response to that question, “I’m confident, but I don’t know if I’ll get the job, I’ll wait for what you tell me.” Not the best answer I could think of, but I just was thrown off with that. “Well, that’s confidence and let me assure you, the teaching position is yours…” And that was when I started getting nervous.
I wasn’t mentally prepared for that outcome. It just took me by surprise. And I didn’t know if I had taken the right steps. It meant leaving my other place. The one where I wasn’t where I wanted to be, but had to be at that time. And I asked for time. They gave me the time. I was uncertain. Indecisive. You can’t have the best of both worlds.
Wait, how could it be hard? You want to teach. Hello, the answer is take it. But there is more to both sides. Things that I had to analyze (I can’t help it, it’s in my nature). And I prayed and asked others to pray with me about making the decision. And just like that a lot of changes occurred at my workplace. A confirmation, it is time for me to move on.
Thus, I’m moving on up. A teacher position. Experience for the amount of time needed. It might not be at an ideal location. But, it’s experience. And I’ll take it from there.
I decided to write about this, even though it is lengthy, but because yesterday was my last day working as a direct care worker. I’ll forever take the things I learned there with me. And I’ll have the experience I would never learn elsewhere with that job title even if it was less than what I had studied for.
Here’s to the next chapter in my journey.