I decided to live in Provo for spring and summer on the pretext that I would be able to find a job. I thought it would be peasy. Turns out I was wrong. BYU is world-reknowned for its thousands of 4.0 mid-high class white students (in all honesty)--we are all basically the same. That makes it pretty hard to find a campus job. We all have skills, experience, and good grades. I didn't realize this until I got denied jobs that I had done in the past, and jobs I figured anyone could get.
So spring was literally day after day of rejection emails. Talk about knocking your self-esteem. I tried not to let it phase me, and I was faithfully reminded that God was watching out for me, that he knew where he wanted me to go, etc. That's not always easy to remember when your pockets are empty, and when you are missing home, and other tough stuff. I hit a turning point at the beginning of last week when I woke up and realized that everything was going to work out, and that I was going to be fine, and that I should stop stressing out. So I rolled with it! I kept applying, I kept getting rejected. It was fine.
Then on Monday, I got a call for an interview. I didn't get my hopes up since I had had unsuccessful interviews thus far, and it was for a job I had no experience in: moonlight custodial work. Everyone dreams of being a janitor by 20, right? I went to the interview and was surprised that I had an in: one of my roommate's boyfriends was a student manager, and said good things about me to his really nice boss. I felt comfortable when I left, and went home to keep studying for a final I had today. Last night, I got a call from the boss saying he wanted to offer me the job. I was surprised and baffled. I accepted, and asked if I could do paperwork today instead of last night so that I could keep studying for my final. He graciously agreed, and I hung up the phone.
I sat there like I didn't have another 100 pages to read. I called my mom, and told her I finally got the job. We both were amazed together. After two months of multiple applications a day, the one job I could get was bathroom cleaning from 10 PM to 2 AM. To scoff at that job made me feel bad; I was humbled, I was happy to accept. But I never saw that on the horizon. My mom could sense my tension, and said maybe the Lord was testing me: could I let go of my pride? Would I accept what He offered? That made me smile, since I had just finished the chapter on Judaism (it's a World Religions course) on the note of Abraham's sacrifice. Would I do what He asked, no matter what? I realize custodial work is not really anything like killing my first born, but you know what I mean.
Before I had heard back about the custodial job, I had gotten offered an interview at the campus bookstore. I was supposed to go in right before my final, and hours before my custodial position's paperwork would be processed. I decided to keep it, since I wasn't actually hired for the other job yet. I went into the interview with a smile on my face, but worried that this would be like every other interview I had been to thus far. They would say I'd hear back in a few days or not at all, go over the dress code, etc. I walked out without my fingers crossed, the most skeptical I had felt about anything I had applied to yet, because I didn't want to get my hopes up. I took my final, and felt at peace. It was all done!
I sold back my textbook and was ready to walk to my car when I got a phone call. It was the bookstore HR. They were offering me the job: an afternoon candy-counter position that would extend into the fall. Literally ideal in every way.
I cannot begin to describe the relief I felt, the happiness, the everything. I could almost see God smiling at me. I am still on this high of gratitude that I was not expecting in any way, but it feels like this is right. I feel like this is exactly what I was looking for, and that I am being blessed for not giving up, and I just want to say that if I could make it for two months you can too!
Mosiah 4:27 And see that all these things are done in wisdom and aorder; for it is not requisite that a man should run bfaster than he has strength. And again, it is expedient that he should be diligent, that thereby he might win the prize; therefore, all things must be done in order.
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