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| The day has been too quiet. Not done much to write home about. Guess that's why this blog. Business is not doing well. No buyers nor any more looks on my businesses that I've contracted with. But I keep doing this just in case some miracle happens. It doesn't hurt, does it? It's a faith thing. I've got enough faith that good things come to those who are patient and wait on the Lord. I've done it in the past. I used to work at a factory,a manufacturing plant. I was in a technical lab. I worked four hours a day. I wore steel toed boots. I wore a lab coat and safety glasses. I would do my job and in between tasks I would stare out the windows and see the railroad track that crosse the path in front of our little lab. I'd pray and ask God when will it happen that I'll be out of this God-forsaken place? I took the job because I needed to pay bills. I could have stayed at home till the "right" job came along, whatever it might be. I could have let my aging step parents pay for things, do the grocery, and cook and do things in the house while I stayed in my room and tried to do something else. Maybe. But in those days I felt an obligation to do this. So I did get out in less than a year of work there. I landed a job as a pharmacy tech. Talk about another sad job. It wasn't fun, and it was harrowing. I had to prepare medicines for the patients. I was fucking scared I'd screw up and they'd get mad at me or worse, fire me. i prayed again, each day I worked there. I asked Jesus to help me get through the day without getting into a scrape. I had some company who were friendly enough. But everyone I'm guessing was scared that things could go wrong in a heartbeat. There'd be 'codes' where patients in the hospital would go into distress. The PA loudspeaker would call out where the 'code' was, and one of the pharmacists would bring a big bag of medicines and i.v. fluids to take to the patient's room so the doctors would be able to resuscitate the patient. We all would jump when this 'code' would be called. I went home many many many days feeling grateful that my job wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. Then I prayed on my knees asking God to give me a better job. It came in enough time - three years and three months to the day. I got a better job, got trained to do writing technical documents, and it made a difference in my life in that I could afford to help when something went wrong at home - the garage door, the heater, the water boiler thing would break down. Things that people encountered when they owned a home. (We'd moved into a single family house in 03). Then, after eleven years and eight months, I left. I was burnt out. Now I'm retired but still working and associated with four new companies hoping that I could sell their products. It's part of life. The ups and downs of working in the USA. Gotta work. Gotta pay taxes. Gotta be part of the fabric of life. I'm not grousing. Retirement isn't as great if you haven't got a lot saved up. So I'm self-employed. I stay home and work all the time trying to find a way to keep up my mood, and not let the depressing thoughts get to me. I stay home with my 91 year old stepfather. He's another one of those who when he gets it into his mind about a problem he'll talk about it nonstop. What do you do with a senior like that? Hes garrulous sometimes. He asks me to help him talk to somebody on the phone (he's partly deaf) and then he just sits and focuses on his Facebook and he says he prays to God all the time. That's the life I have now. How's your life like? |
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