Did it help that I was wearing a suit?
On the way to drop off resumes this morning, I had something embarrassing happen. I was sitting on the bus at the very back left corner, and in the middle seat was a girl who looked like she'd had a bit of a bad morning. As we neared my stop, I started to get up and pick up my portfolio, umbrella, and bag. As I was trying to pass this girl, the bus lurched and I fell backwards! I stuck out my hand backwards to try to steady myself against the back so I didn't fall on top of her. However, as I shot my hand out backwards, I elbowed her solidly in the middle of her forehead! Her head snapped back as I touched the back wall to steady myself. I apologized profusely and rushed off the bus. I felt so bad! And I felt worse because afterwards I smirked every time I thought about it! She must be having a bad day of sitcom proportions! Oh dear.
On the bus home, I had another embarrassing encounter! The bus was PACKED with people on their way home from work. I was standing right in front of this Japanese couple who were sitting down. I was evesdropping on their conversation in Japanese. At some point, I felt a huge fart coming, but couldn't bear to subject all the people on the bus to that, and didn't want to embarrass myself. But it silently sneaked its way out anyhow! But at least the bus was packed and nobody would know it was me, right? Then one of the two Japanese people said (in Japanese), "Man, that stinks!" And the other replied, "Yeah it really stinks. I think it was him." And the first subtly pointed at me as he asked, "This guy?" And the other confirmed, "Yeah." And then they both said again, "Man, that stinks." and "It really stinks."
Did it help that I was wearing a suit?
I don't think so.
Meant to be.
I had a dream last night where I found myself back in my room at my folks' house in Winnipeg. It felt so wrong to be there. I knew I shouldn't be there. Mom and Dad came in and asked if i was back to stay. I said, "NO! I just came back to get some stuff." And grabbing my soccer gear out of my dresser drawer and my snowboard gear and board out of the closet in a rush, I was out of there. And the dream ended.
Faith Challenge
I think it must be a principle that any time we take a step in faith, that we act in faith, there must be a challenge that hits right to the core and tests the faith used to step out. I came out here to BC in faith that it was God's timing, and the right thing. And being here I am more sure of that than ever. It feels right in more ways than I am capable of describing. And I believe that God has a job here for me, too. A place where I will work hard, learn a lot, and make a difference. The challenge is finding it. And it's a process. But right now I am finding myself colliding with challenges that are testing my faith, that bring me to a point where I am asked, "Will you continue to have faith despite this difficulty? Will you belive God in this, too?"
And by His grace, I can say heartily, "Yes!"
Because He Loves Her
Wow, this whole job application thing is really taking it out of me. Stress, stress, stress! Cold-calling places to find out who the person who hires is stresses me out. It's all the uncertainty. At least I have a list of the places I'd like to work, having looked up almost every design studio in the city on the internet. I have yet to work on looking up all the ad agencies. Julie has been a real encouragement. She read through
What Colour Is Your Parachute recently, and she took very good notes. And Debbie at Mars Hill in Winnipeg gave me some good tips for calling small studios, too.
As for the title of this post, that may have something to do with why he moved.
