Wednesday, September 06, 2006
lost potential or hope renewed
my intertron has been down as of late...sorry. Hopefully it'll stick it out long enough for me to update.
Tomorrow I'm going to call the Hennepin County Juvenile Corrections Supervisor and say "Thanks so much, but I don't want the job."
It took me awhile to figure that out.
For several reasons I sorta wanted to be a Juvenile Corrections Officer:
A) It's a job that actually requires a degree
B) I get to learn "restraint holds" for 3 weeks of training
C) I get to hang out with troubled teens
D) It pays significantly better than my current job
So why didn't I take it and run you might ask??? Well, the thing is it's not really a social work job, it's a glorified jail guard/night babysitter job. I wouldn't have the opportunity to work with these kids and get them the resources they need...I'd just get to know them, hear their life stories and say..."man, that sucks."
I'd also be giving up the chance to be in a small group at my church, and Jeremy and I already chatted about it and figured out that we don't want to be going to a church that we can't be actively involved in.
It's also nights and weekends, which doesn't help if I want to attempt to have/create a social life for myself here in Minnesota, go see a Dordtian play at some point, or see my family or at least talk to them while they're conscious.
Oh and I suppose it might be wise to attempt to not put myself in situations that could very likely 'cause bodily harm.
I know I've wanted a "real" job real bad this whole summer...but certain things I probably shouldn't sacrifice, and so I will continue to reluctantly tell the rude old women who ask me at work "well this can't be your real job, what do you actually do?" that gosh darn it, retail is my real job right now and imply by my gaze that they should now feel ashamed of themselves. I'm very sure God's humbling me though...quite positive in fact....and I think that's good.
Tomorrow I'm going to call the Hennepin County Juvenile Corrections Supervisor and say "Thanks so much, but I don't want the job."
It took me awhile to figure that out.
For several reasons I sorta wanted to be a Juvenile Corrections Officer:
A) It's a job that actually requires a degree
B) I get to learn "restraint holds" for 3 weeks of training
C) I get to hang out with troubled teens
D) It pays significantly better than my current job
So why didn't I take it and run you might ask??? Well, the thing is it's not really a social work job, it's a glorified jail guard/night babysitter job. I wouldn't have the opportunity to work with these kids and get them the resources they need...I'd just get to know them, hear their life stories and say..."man, that sucks."
I'd also be giving up the chance to be in a small group at my church, and Jeremy and I already chatted about it and figured out that we don't want to be going to a church that we can't be actively involved in.
It's also nights and weekends, which doesn't help if I want to attempt to have/create a social life for myself here in Minnesota, go see a Dordtian play at some point, or see my family or at least talk to them while they're conscious.
Oh and I suppose it might be wise to attempt to not put myself in situations that could very likely 'cause bodily harm.
I know I've wanted a "real" job real bad this whole summer...but certain things I probably shouldn't sacrifice, and so I will continue to reluctantly tell the rude old women who ask me at work "well this can't be your real job, what do you actually do?" that gosh darn it, retail is my real job right now and imply by my gaze that they should now feel ashamed of themselves. I'm very sure God's humbling me though...quite positive in fact....and I think that's good.
# posted by flurp-boink : 11:35 AM
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Laura! Oh... I'm sure you could come up with some AMAZING stories had you taken your glorified prison guard job...
I'm sorry the hours are so terrible. I hope something comes along for you very soon...
Ah. Hug. Hug. Hug.
Jonathan
(p.s How's your ironing board working out?)
I'm sorry the hours are so terrible. I hope something comes along for you very soon...
Ah. Hug. Hug. Hug.
Jonathan
(p.s How's your ironing board working out?)
hey Laura,
hope a job wanders into you possesion now! You are not any less of a person for working retail! I still like you!
hope a job wanders into you possesion now! You are not any less of a person for working retail! I still like you!
Way to stick it out, and make money to live on. I can't wait to see what bizzare kind of job I end up with post-Christmas.
P.S.- huzzah for blogger which I can read, but your pictures originate from xanga, so those, I cant see so much. (This filter is ambitious, with moderate delusions of grandeur, apparently)
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P.S.- huzzah for blogger which I can read, but your pictures originate from xanga, so those, I cant see so much. (This filter is ambitious, with moderate delusions of grandeur, apparently)
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