I was having a hard time deciding what form of appeal to use. On one had I could list all of the things that appeal to me and write about one of those. I find chocolate, a clean house, intimacy with my husband, my red bike and trips to Waterton appealing. On the other hand I could write about times that I have had to appeal to higher authority. The latter has not occurred very often because I was a “good girl”. I do however remember a time I made a supplication to a superior.
I was 19 and moving out on my own. I wanted to break free, to cut the apron strings, so to speak. In my zeal I forgot to plan. I knew everything would work out. IÂm an adult. I can make it on my own (with my roommate). One thing that is required when one moves out is money. I did not have a job, and no damage deposit. Neither did my roommate. Looking back now I wonder how the property manager approved us but he did.
To get enough money for the damage deposit I had to sell my clothes to my parents. I was a bit of a “clothes horse” and I think they thought that I would back down if I had to sell my clothes. I was determined and the transaction was complete. I am sure my mother cried that night. I was her oldest and I was leaving.
I began my job search I had two weeks to find a job before rent was due. I applied for a telemarketing job and was denied. I was told that if I called in a week there might be something for me. The job paid ten dollars an hour, to me that felt like millions. I continued my job search but I really wanted to be paid lots of money. I said a prayer and asked my maker to please help me get this job. I phoned and got an answering machine. I hung up and got some paper and prepared the massage that I would leave. I figured it was ok because telemarketers have scripts they have to follow.
I got the job. I went two days and only made one sale. I was not doing well by their standards. I was not having fun either; in fact I hated that job. I knew I wasn’t going to quit but I needed too. I got up and went to the bathroom and made a second appeal to my Heavenly Father. I told him that he was right and that I did not belong in this job. I also said I was not going to quit because I had begged for this job. To put it plainly I asked God to fire me.
I returned to my desk and was about to sit down when I was summand to the bosses “office” and told I wasn’t what they were looking for. What a sweet release.
For some reason with these topics come songs in my head. With this one came “You CanÂt Always Get What You Want” and with Remedy came “Bad Medicine”.