"Applying for jobs stinks. Period."
That has been my moto for the last month or so as I applied for jobs everywhere. The total count of jobs applied for was 20. Give or take a couple. Finally I got an interview. Not with one of the Starbucks that I've checked in with multiple times, or even the retail places that had "help wanted" signs in the windows. Yesterday a friend called her mom telling her to call my mom. Apparantly the coffee shop she works at was in serious need of some help. My mom and I drove out that morning, found the obscure little place, I filled out an application, and left. That afternoon the manager called me. I had an interview the next day! As I talked with the manager, it became apparant that the only hitch between me getting the job I wanted, and her getting the employee she wanted was Tuesday. That Tuesday was always getting in the way. She wanted me to work on Tuesday, but I already work Tuesdays at my present job, which I plan to keep. Then came the heroine of our story. Beckie. She's amazing. I have the extreme privilege of working with her on Wednesday mornings. Would she mind switching Wednesday and Tuesday with me so that I could take this job? Beckie promptly called her sister-in-law to see if they could trade the days that they care for their mother. (Beckie's sister-in-law is amazing too.) And, wa-la! It worked! Beckie saved the day, abolished the nasty Tuesday, and completely made my day! Yay!
When Mommy talked to him on the phone about it, Daddy, in all his profound wisdom said: "He created the universe, saved us from hell, and gave her Tuesday off."