I pounded the steering wheel in frustration and anger.
I shouted at no one, ready to cry. I couldn't remember being quite this angry in a looooong time.
Why, God? Why?
Two of the things I loathe most in this world are disappointing people and being late. I dislike going back on my word, I dislike not carrying out a responsibility that was expected of me, and I greatly dislike showing up at a given place 2 minutes after I'm supposed to be there.
This morning I was supposed to get re-certified to sell alcohol and tobacco for my job as a checker at the grocery store. It's good for two years, and my two years were up last month. Not that I minded much. What can I say? I much prefer the freedom of movement that the jobs of bagging, pushing carts, and running returns bring as opposed to being cooped up at a single register for 8 hours. Oh no, I didn't mind the expiration of certification at all.
Buuut, my managers prefer having as many checkers on hand as possible, and so back to my AST I was to go. At least, that was the plan.
Instead, I got hopelessly lost because a certain site on which one can obtain directions completely went bonkers and left me going in circles.
I may not have wanted to get re-certified, meaning I could get stuck at a check stand at the drop of a hat, but I certainly didn't want to disappoint my managers by not showing up to said class. And so, I gave it a try, even when the clock in Big Blue read 14 after (they don't let you in a single minute after the time you're supposed to arrive).
Oh.
I. Was. Mad.
When I got home, I went on an angry run, trying to pound away my frustration one footfall after the other. It didn't work. I got home still blazing mad!
It just continued to eat away at me that I let my managers down and that I was so beyond late that I eventually just turned around and went home, not even showing up to say that I did indeed make an effort to get there.
Oh goodness.
Letting these types of things go is NOT a strength of mine.
The good news? God is still in control.
Even though I let down the people I love, God is still in control.
Even though I never show up at all, God is still in control.
This lesson is a hard one for me to learn, but God is still in control.
Amen and amen. God is good. ALL the time.
I shouted at no one, ready to cry. I couldn't remember being quite this angry in a looooong time.
Why, God? Why?
Two of the things I loathe most in this world are disappointing people and being late. I dislike going back on my word, I dislike not carrying out a responsibility that was expected of me, and I greatly dislike showing up at a given place 2 minutes after I'm supposed to be there.
This morning I was supposed to get re-certified to sell alcohol and tobacco for my job as a checker at the grocery store. It's good for two years, and my two years were up last month. Not that I minded much. What can I say? I much prefer the freedom of movement that the jobs of bagging, pushing carts, and running returns bring as opposed to being cooped up at a single register for 8 hours. Oh no, I didn't mind the expiration of certification at all.
Buuut, my managers prefer having as many checkers on hand as possible, and so back to my AST I was to go. At least, that was the plan.
Instead, I got hopelessly lost because a certain site on which one can obtain directions completely went bonkers and left me going in circles.
I may not have wanted to get re-certified, meaning I could get stuck at a check stand at the drop of a hat, but I certainly didn't want to disappoint my managers by not showing up to said class. And so, I gave it a try, even when the clock in Big Blue read 14 after (they don't let you in a single minute after the time you're supposed to arrive).
Oh.
I. Was. Mad.
When I got home, I went on an angry run, trying to pound away my frustration one footfall after the other. It didn't work. I got home still blazing mad!
It just continued to eat away at me that I let my managers down and that I was so beyond late that I eventually just turned around and went home, not even showing up to say that I did indeed make an effort to get there.
Oh goodness.
Letting these types of things go is NOT a strength of mine.
The good news? God is still in control.
Even though I let down the people I love, God is still in control.
Even though I never show up at all, God is still in control.
This lesson is a hard one for me to learn, but God is still in control.
Amen and amen. God is good. ALL the time.
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