I anticipated great things...basically, I thought I could have it all: a job I would LOVE, more sane hours, a high enough salary to pay all my bills and then some. Most of all, I thought I would finally be bumped up to a pay scale that let me buy a car. There was a lot riding on my Monday afternoon interview. When the interviewer started criticizing my salary expectations, I knew I was in trouble. Then she started giving me advice on what kind of car to buy to be a good nanny (the nerve!), telling me to call back after I got a car. That, ladies and gentlemen, was the end of my dream.
When I left that interview, I felt disappointed, offended, and confused. I can't explain why EVERY time I go out for a nanny position, the door is shut in my face. At least, it feels that way. I don't know why the interviewer seemed like she didn't want to put in any effort for me. Maybe they want seasoned, 40-something single women who've cared for their nieces and nephews all their lives? I don't know.
What I do know is that God wants me to stay where I'm at for the time being. I may not be able to sleep in past 5 AM, wear anything that makes me look like a teacher, avoid communicable diseases, buy a car, count on any sort of consistency, or do anything social on weekdays. But, God is giving me a chance to be content, patient, and learn how to love better.
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