I also started my training yesterday. Still having a cold,
it was dreadful. I was constantly sniffling. So, what am I being trained for?
Well, I’m going to be a janitor. Yep, I’m going to clean dirty toilets and
other unpleasant things. At one point yesterday, I was just cleaning some sinks,
and two fat cockroaches popped out of the faucet to say hello. It was
disgusting. It was at that point that I realized that I would be in less than
ideal circumstances.
I’m being trained in a place called Woodrow Wilson, which is
basically a back to work program sponsored by the state. It’s in Fishersville,
which to be more accurate, is in the middle of nowhere. I hate being cut off
from my friends and family. I feel like I’m losing my mind up here.
I just want to go back
to school for writing. I want to get a decent job and save up. Being a janitor
may not be glamorous, but if I can do it, then I can in some sense move forward
in life. I really need this to work. I’m tired of constantly screwing up, and I
just want for something to go right. If I can last three months for training,
then I’ll get a certificate for employment, and have some references behind me.
That would help.
If I could make around nine dollars an hour, and be treated
respectfully by my employer, I’ll be a janitor. I just wish I could start now.
It might be best for me to up here, however. For basic practicality, I get to
learn basic cleaning skills. It sounds simple, but some things I never learned.
It also could be beneficial being up here because of my weight. Perhaps
shadowing another janitor five days a week in eight hour shifts will help me
lose a lot of the weight I’ve put on in the last few years.
I’m not sure what God is calling me to do. The only positive
development was that I met some fellow Christians yesterday. We decided to
start a men’s group. For the first time, I didn’t feel so alone up here. So,
that’s good news.
I just want to do the right thing. I don’t want to always
run away when things get hard. I just don’t know what to do. I’m praying I feel
better, both physically and emotionally. God help me.
Take some cold meds and stay with it. Do not judge each minute, turn it off and work towards your goal. It will take weeks and in this case three months or so. You can do this, I know you can. In time you will feel better physically and emotionally, you are not the first and you will not be the last to clean bathrooms.
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DeleteNow that's a much better picture...of when you finished something you thought you could not. You are much more than your last post. Love ya~
DeleteI know it's a tough stretch, but getting the ball rolling is always the hardest part. And really, I think more people would benefit from doing "hard labor" kind of jobs early on in their careers... it teaches you to value certain things, be more mindful of how you treat people, and not take anything for granted.
ReplyDeleteWhen you go on to accomplish great things, people will appreciate where you came from and what you had to struggle through to earn it. I think that's especially important for a writer; it gives you credibility when you talk about the challenges people face. You'll get much more respect than someone who coasted through without ever having to "do the dirty work," no pun intended.
Cliche time! Life is 20 percent skill and 80 percent will -- keep powering ahead!
Good advice
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