Patience - September 22nd

I'll start this off by saying that this is a bit of a whiney post. I am frustrated. I came to the UK thinking I had a job, and it fell through. I've attended interviews and made a bunch of trips to get jobs, thought I've had them, and come up short.

There's a lot of factors at play. One factor is that jobs are difficult to come by. That's an accurate statement right now in the UK. It's going to require more determination to find a job.

Another factor is that I don't have my National Insurance Number yet, and it will take about a month to get it. Employers say it's all right that I don't have that yet, but then they don't call me back or hire me.

It could be that I'm American, which means that not only do I assume people here don't like me (which may or may not be true), but I expect that the business would, God forbid, be efficient. I may never know.

What I do know is that I hate having to ride this emotional train. There's a part of me in the back of my mind that knows I didn't move all the way across the world to work in a damn call centre. I came to write.  I came to step into my destiny, whatever that looks like. I came to be with my family through the difficult time they're going through right now with my uncle's struggle with cancer. I came because honestly I had nothing better to do.

So here I am, back to the drawing board once again, figuring out what life is supposed to be about. I have my family, who are amazing, but I don't really have any friends. I hope that the longer I'm here the more opportunities I have to meet people. I just need to have some patience and let God direct my steps.

I love you all.


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