This and That

Yesterday was a strange day for me.

A cinder block classroom, a tempermental computer.

Learning tax entry at the Salvation Army wasn't what I was expecting to do that day. Yet there I sat, my mom on one side, Bunny on the other, punching in Marsha L. Foster's fake information into the tax software. It was humbling. Even more so when they offered us some leftovers upstairs. It was in that moment when I was glad, relieved even, to have a free meal... from the Salvation Army soup kitchen...

...its hard to put into words.

And then I was changing into my "business professional" clothes. And before I knew it I was heading to Dublin to a marketing company, resume and references in tow.

A sterile office. A vague office manager.

The first interview I've had in about eight months. Nothing new really. Same questions, same procedure, same sticky sweet secretary. The job is very vague, and for a marketing company it sounds a whole lot more like sales. When I said this to the man interviewing me, he replied, "It sounds like it, but it isn't. It's hard to explain."

So I'm a little weirded out about my second interview this Friday. Its pretty much job shadowing 9 to 5. I sure hope they're not the mafia.

I came home completely confused as to my life. It felt like Tuesday was a good example of who I am. Neither here nor there. This and that. I've traveled to 7 countries on 4 continents, and I've spent months jobless. I've hiked the mountains of Tasmania, and I've skipped meals to save money. I've had wondrous moments with friends, and I've felt utterly alone.

And Tuesday I struggled tying my red silk tie in the basement bathroom of the Salvation Army. It felt like I didn't belong. I didn't belong in those old tiled hallways with boxes of free bagels, and I didn't belong in that boring white office where everyone kept saying, "Perfect." So where am I supposed to be?

What does God have for me? And what's He up to right now?