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This is the topic so many are buzzing about: Do you believe the ancient Mayan calendar predicted the world would end on December 21, 2012 (TOMORROW!)? Were they right? For Christians, the end of th…
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This is the topic so many are buzzing about:
Do you believe the ancient Mayan calendar predicted the world would end on December 21, 2012 (TOMORROW!)? Were they right?
For Christians, the end of this world is a certainty. But we are assured that it will happen “when you think not“. I’m going to step out in faith and GUARANTEE the world will not end on December 21, 2012. I say this simply based on the fact that many people are expecting it.
Christians are instructed to have hope that this world will end. This world is not our home.
But seriously, when (not if) the world ends, how could anyone survive? Yet, there are bazillions of people who have been preparing to survive the end of the world. It puts me in mind of the late 1990’s. Many were anticipating a collapse of our society with the advent of the new millennium. All the technology we so heavily depend upon would crash, resulting in anarchy.
Yeah, they certainly were right about that, weren’t they?
Now, this is a message for Christians only: We are instructed to be prepared to leave this world behind ANYTIME that our Lord calls us. Act like it.
Well, today I picked up my last paycheck from Gardens of Western Reserve. The moment I walked in the door, the parlor was full of residents. They all were so happy to see me. One lady hugged me three times. Several of the residents started gathering around me, expressing their love and how much they miss me. Of course, I told them I miss them too. And I really do.
The son and daughter-in-law of one of the residents came over to me, shook my hand, and told me I was everybody’s favorite. He said he couldn’t believe that I was gone. I answered truthfully: “It wasn’t my choice.”
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Although losing my job was a traumatic financial loss, it was really an emotional kick in the groin. By the way, let me caution you, my sensitive readers: I will be blunt in this post.
In the world (and especially in the work world), there are people who strive against mediocrity. They care about the quality, the meaning, the purpose of their life and work. That’s me.
Then there are people who are interested in doing what is necessary for a paycheck or some form of stability. They rarely, if ever, have the passion to go beyond the minimum required. That is not me.
Unfortunately, the former frequently pisses off the latter. I would get into what I call “the should be mode“. Those who are simply doing the minimum required are not burdened with concern for how things should be; and they do not want to hear about it.
I’m not saying that is the only reason I was fired. But it had something to do with it. During the termination meeting, Jeff Risner (the administrator) said that I was excellent with the residents when it came to something I enjoyed doing. However, he and the new Activities Director, Christine Heaton, felt that if it were an activity or task that I didn’t personally like to do, I would not start it promptly and cheerfully.
I don’t know about that. I don’t care for the game cornhole, yet on the day that I was fired, I was observed leading a game with the Alzheimer’s residents. One of the residents’ family member was present, and complimented me for being wonderful with the residents.
I know that it took a lot of energy for me to be upbeat, cheerful, and positive ALL THE TIME, regardless of how I actually felt, both physically and emotionally. The facade was perhaps a little transparent at times. The new Director didn’t like what she saw.
Again, I want to stress that I am not angry at anybody about it, except for myself. I had plenty of warnings, but I was believing the good feedback I was getting from co-workers, residents and their families, and my former Director, Karen Randau. I wanted to believe in my ability to maintain “Mister Happy” at all times. It’s not easy when you are feeling physically terrible and emotionally stressed to make “Mister Happy” seem real.
I’m applying for unemployment, and I’m job-hunting as best as I can with no car. I’m searching on line for work, and I’m writing.