Well, I have somehow managed to find myself unemployed in New York City for the 3rd time since moving here. Everything seemed to work itself out the first two times, so I'm trying not to sweat this one, abrupt as it came.
So what happened was that I've been working at a boys' shelter in Brooklyn for the past 4 months, and they pretty much yanked me and transferred me to their Bronx location against my will. I tried going into it with an open mind, but after 5 days of having to leave my apartment at 4am for the 2 hour commute the quick split was inevitable. So that leaves me here in my apartment at 11:49 on a Monday afternoon typing away in my long-neglected but soon-to-be-revived blog. Still trying to figure out how I feel about the way things worked out. A little bitter that I was basically forced to quit due to circumstances I had no control over, a lot relieved that I don't have to go back to work there again, a little excited by the adventure of such unexpected change and of course a little nervous about financial sustenance in the meantime. Underlying all there exists a peace from God that has been quite foreign to me over the past 5 months, and I am grateful for its return.
My gameplan for this week is to take it easy and to enjoy myself and the city. To regroup and address all of the things in my life that have been neglected since September: mail, bills, phone calls, e-mails, books, thank you notes, friendships...you get the idea. A couple months ago I started making a list of some things that I want to but still haven't gotten around to doing since moving here. Kari and I already did one of them this morning which was eat at the local Puerto Rican joint next door to us.....that's right....next door to us....and we've lived here 2 and a half years...and just now ate there today. Anyways, Casa Adela turned out to be quite scrumptious and quite cheap...better late than never I guess. Later on today I plan on heading down to the National Museum of the American Indian (also on the list). After visiting a reservation one summer in college and taking American Indian History the following semester I've had a soft spot for our native peoples.
So my theory in all of this is that if I take a week or so to do what I enjoy then some job ideas and opportunities are bound to flow out of that. And if not, well there's always Starbucks. Like I said, I'm trying not to sweat it. I need to take some time and really thank all the people in my life that are so good to me, and especially those who have listened to my whining and stuck with me through these past few depressive months. I swear it's a wonder that I still have friends.
