It’s been a minute since I’ve sat down and blogged something thoughtful. I’ve posted little things occasionally just to post something. Because if a blogger who is prone to depression all of a sudden stops posting… 😐
But I’m still alive and have some stuff to share.
If you read, “Capitalist Mind, Christian Heart,” you know I was working at a company that didn’t sit right with my sense of integrity. I understood the things that were being asked of me. I got the big picture and the bottom line.
I didn’t feel comfortable doing some of the things I was told to do.
But when you have mouths to feed, it’s hard to say no to gainful employment. Especially when you’ve been out of work for a year, never got around to finishing that degree, and are simply trying to keep the bills paid.
Let’s just say I was in no position to be turning down a paycheck. #humility
Now I’ma tell you what God did. Trust me, it gets good.
I go to Church almost every Sunday. I love it. I look forward to it. So during my interview at the aforementioned company, I requested Sundays off.
There was no guarantee, they said.
I was to be where they wanted me to be when I was told to be there. They had a strict point system that would result in my job termination if I didn’t work when I was scheduled to.
Regardless of the reason.
I didn’t attend Church while employed by that company. But I had a Church family so I sent an email or text- I can’t remember which. Either way, my name and situation was added to the prayer list.
Ready for the good stuff?
A little over a week later, while on a thirty minute lunch the company gave me, I got a text from a former colleague. He was telling me about a position that opened up at the place I worked before that company. A place that took ethics and integrity seriously.
It happened so fast.
I did the interview. The very next afternoon, I get a tentative offer. In mere days, that company with questionable business practices became a distant memory. I was in a new position where I could help people.
At a place where ethics really mean something.
Now I get a full hour for lunch. The benefits and pay are better. The environment is better. I’m doing meaningful work for the right reasons. And you know what else?
I don’t work Sundays. 🙂
P.S: If you’re wondering… No, I don’t work at Chik-fil-A.
P.P.S: But I do love me some Chik-fil-A food.
P.P.P.S: Especially them waffle fries. ❤