I like my second job because of the people. I like to ask questions about their lives and find out what makes them laugh. I like to listen to stories from their growing up years and I especially like when the stories keep going after the time clock packs it's punch.
I don't like drinking a fountain soda without any fizz.
What I mean is... I don't like it when things that are supposed to be awesome, aren't.
The main reason I've held onto job #2 is because of the relationships I never would have had otherwise. And I love it. I love biking through campus to get there, throwing out my hellos when I walk in the door, catching up with Jeremiah and learning about Derek's newest future plans. I love meeting new co-workers and seeing them smile. I didn't really know why the print shop was the only part-time work I could find in the city of Ames back in December, but now I'm convinced it's because I needed to meet Jeremiah and Ann and Derek and Mike and Paul and Katherine.
They are the fizz in the fountain soda called job #2 and yesterday was missing the carbonation. I came in with my usual bounce, but fell promptly into a rut of work orders and frustrating design dilemmas and a case of the workplace grumps. All my answers were short and the space between customers was silent.
I fumed because I love my fizz (have you had ever fountain soda without it?) and then the dissonance got too great.
I punched the clock, walked outside with Ann and thought, "maybe the fizz is here after all." I invited her for dinner and then to a prayer class at my church.
Later on last night, when my new friends Ann, Alyssa, and Nicole (all new or new again to Ames) sat around a table playing Taboo, I thought about all the flat soda I'd been drinking... all those days that seemed ruined because they didn't go as planned. And then I thought, maybe it's a mental thing. Maybe when I expect a day to go flat, it does. Maybe there's a lot more fizz in my days and I just have to train my taste buds to recognize the flavor.
Maybe God grants grace for my grumps so that flat days still have fizz.
let LOVE fly like cRaZy