Well if you have not already heard, I did not get rehired at the Wellness Center on campus. I really enjoyed that job and I am really frustrated, angry, sad, ect that I did not get it again. I was told that I did not get rehired again by the new intern (he does the hiring) because of budget cuts. Well after research I found that that was not true. So then I went to talk to the faculty advisers over it who told me that at the end of each semester employees are placed in a new pool of hirees and the new intern picks them. Well the intern who is the intern now has been hired three semesters in a row, so I was upset that I had been denied the opportunity that he had been given. Mind you he is a control freak and a jerk...and that is an unbias opinion ;) nah I am kidding.
But anyways long story short, after talking to many advisers and explaining my issues with the new intern I did not get the job.
But I am dealing with it. I am mad and agitated that this new intern is such a hyporcrite, but there are hiccups in life. I can deal with this no matter how frustrating it is.
Hiccups happen all the time, I tore my acl twice, that was a hiccup, I did not get into BYU originally that was a hiccup, Ive lost lots of credits through multiple transfers, that was a hiccup. But with all that its led me to realize that there is a different path that I don't realize yet is better for me.
Stick with me, but if I had not torn my acl twice then I would have not come to BYU-Idaho. The first time was early enough to just humble me, when I got back to playing my intentions were to still play at a college in Georgia, if I had not torn it a second time that is where I would be. If I had gotten into BYU then I would not have ever come to BYU-Idaho and met Zachary originally, if I had not transferred so many times I would still be waiting for a missionary who would have not been good for me and I would have never had the courage to date Zachary and eventually marry him. I do love him.
So even with this hiccup and it is frustrating, I know that sometime down the road it will turn out to work out better for me than I thought.
Thank you mom and dad for giving me the courage to deal with mean people, and thank you for supporting me. I love you both. Thank you Zachary to listening to me for hours vent and cry and rave about how mean and rude these people are. I love you too. Thanks lisa for also listening to me and agreeing with me that the new intern is indeed a jerk even though you dont know them.
So here is to hiccups and the better things they promise.
I had to write a few biographies last week for our ward's Relief Society birthday party, and your post reminded me of some excerpts from Eliza Partridge Lyman's journal. Her hiccups were of the mid-1800s variety - more along the lines of fleeing from mobs, enduring hunger and cold and illness on her journey west, giving birth in a wagon, and losing her firstborn - but she came to the same conclusions that you did: “Although my lot through life has many times been any thing but pleasant…the Lord has led me better than I could have planned for myself and I thank Him for it.” Years later, she wrote: "I often feel as if I had gone as far as I could but there is sure to come a ray of light from some source and many times where I least expect it…It may be that many things that cause us great sorrow here may prove to be a great blessing to us, when we know more of the Lord’s dealing with us.” I'm constantly amazed by how often the unexpected roadblocks and detours in our lives reroute us through the most striking and beautiful scenery; the trip ends up being much better than any we could have planned for ourselves. Keep looking for those silver linings, Lori. In the meantime, I agree with Lisa: the new intern is most definitely a jerk.
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