For the last couple weeks, I have felt the urge to leave my job at Westaff/GCI. Not for the obvious reasons...like they cut my hours from 45-48 hours/week down to 5...or even that they didn't give me a raise until 6 months after I requested it the first time...and 5 or 6 times in between. But I feel that to move up and move on, I have to let go of it.
Finances have been constricting with my 5 hour/week paycheck, and paychecks from the website I designed (www.alaskagreatcommission.org) are running out. So I've looked at alternative means to bring in some income for our family. I've listed services for a potential company dealing with Photography, Graphic Design and photo restoration etc.
So back to the feeling I've had about leaving GCI. The typical person would say why leave it? It's money you wouldn't otherwise have. True. Very true. But God is telling me, you can't move on until you let go. It's a step of faith. I have to let go of my juvenille paycheck and walk in faith knowing that my Jehova Jireh...will infact provide for me and mine as he does for the birds. So I sat on that for a while, contemplating...what do I do? So, I emailed my boss asking again for more work, if he needed help with anything etc. I'm really not interested in doing the NCSR work that I had been doing. The guy that took over my job sent me an email asking me to do 3 NCSR's which was just plain strange for several reasons. #1, my boss was out of the office going on a fishing trip when I sent the email, #2, my co-worker very rarely asks me to help. So I did that work, and took it as maybe hang in a little longer. Mike said I could hold onto the 5 hours per week and do another job (perhaps part-time) for the added income.
Last week I found a job I thought I would like quite well. It was customer service for a waste management company. Doesn't sound glamorous, but I don't mind customer service, and I didn't think it would be overly busy, or rude people. Starting pay was $11.22-$16.86, DOE, which I had plenty of. The job was in Wasilla, which is near the home I'd love to have a future with. I even put together a resume suited for that job. I was certain I'd get the job. I did not apply for that job, but yesterday, Mike emailed me a link for a state job he said I qualified for.
I looked at the hourly rate in his email. I opened the link and thought...hmm...what does it entail? So I read on to find myself torn. I was slightly terrified by the job description, but flattered that my husband said I was qualified for it. It sounded quite stressful, reading and writing a lot, and lots of people seeing the work.
As the day went on yesterday, more and more, I seemed to have a rising determination that I would get this job. So here's the connection to the first part of this blog: this state job is working for the RCA (Regulatory Commission of Alaska), it is a part of the State government that oversees the utilities and regulates them by laws. I work for a utility (GCI, via the temp agency). I would have to quit GCI before I could start working for the RCA. I believe I will get this job (even though it's slightly terrifying), and I will resign from GCI once again.
So with a job, for me, comes child care. Cassie's 4.5 and Sarah will be 2 in September. We want to put Cassie into a Christian school for K-4, and me having a "real job"...or at least working more than 5 hours a week, will allow us to do that for her. But then what about before and after school...and Sarah...and the rest of the summer?!?! So I called a friend from church (as I would like to have them with someone I know will uphold our spiritual beliefs), and she told me she knew a girl that was looking for something like that. So I called her and gave her the rundown of what's going on and she is interested. :)
So...next step...job interview. (No, they haven't called yet, I just feel like it's going to happen.) If for some reason, it doesn't happen...then that isn't where God wanted me. I will update this when I hear from the good ol' State of AK.
In the meantime,
Health & Blessings,
Stephanie
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