The Jam and The Job

So I'm rocking out to The Fray on my ipod. As someone who is clearly the epitome of cool, I recommend said band to you. They're good. And I know nothing about music. So if I can tell they're good, that means something. I'm also updating the ol' resume. My sister is going to job hunt for me in her neck of the woods while I look here. While I'm a big nerd, I'm not updating it for giggles. Things aren't looking good here for non-profits if they were supplemented by the government of Louisiana. Especially since Katrina. So I'm trying to be wise and have something in line instead of relying on the unemployment line.

My mom asked me if I would be heading to Florida if a job came up. I broke it to her as gently as I could and said, yes ma'am, I'd go there. Then Fatty called and asked are you sure you want me to look for a job for you here? She's just recently seen the life I live here in Baton Rouge and knows how close I hold each of you to my heart. But yes, I would go. But I'd rather stay. Baton Rouge is by far my first choice. And the more I think of finding a new job, the more it appeals to me. Especially since as each day goes by, it's looking like my job will end in June...

I used to say I'm here in Baton Rouge for the Ring, but what if that's all that's here for me? It's easy to say that when I'm comfortably employed. What happens when I'm not comfortably employed? Hmm. It makes this girl wonder. God's going to continue working in my life, I'm just not going to fight Him tooth and nail if He decides to lead me east. He's got my best interests at heart. And I trust Him with this ol' heart o' mine.