Well, yesterday continued the downward spiral from Tuesday night. I headed over to GameStop first thing in the morning to turn in my application and talk to Peter the manager again to maybe convince him to hire me sooner. When I got there, he was on the phone and, instead of finishing his conversation before talking to me, put the phone down on the counter and began to talk to me. I didn't want to hold up the person on the phone, so I hastily handed him my application and told him how much I wanted to work at his store. I asked when he would be hiring and he then told me he would take about a month to do interviews so he could find the right person for his store. Of course, a month from now the job will be useless to me, so that put a damper on my enthusiasm. But I thanked him and left the store to pursue other ventures.
From that point on, there was kind of a cloud of discouragement following me around the city. I took the L to the Old Navy where I had applied to see if I could talk to the manager, but the lines in the store were horrendously long, so I left to explore the city and search for other jobs. I looked all over downtown Chicago and in the Loop area. Every place I went to either had online applications or weren't accepting summer workers. I walked around for an hour or two with no progress.
And then the clouds opened up, literally. It started pouring rain, and even though I had planned ahead and had my umbrella, I still got soaked from my knees down to my feet. I am convinced now that there are few things so demoralizing as being tired, soaked, and unable to find a job in an unfamiliar city that you are living in for the next two months.
I am also convinced that this is the work of Satan, trying to get me to doubt God and turn away. After all, my string of misfortune did begin when I decided to fight Satan's influence in my life so that I could be closer to God. It's hard not to give in to the doubt, because that would give me a place to dumb my frustration, but I know that God brought me here for a reason and he will place me where he wants me. I just have to hold on to that hope.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
It Never Rains, But It Pours
Posted by Brad at 2:22 PM
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