When Job was going through his whole ordeal . His friends were useless really. They assumed too much , they gave contradictory advice and in general were no real comfort to Job.In fact they made Job suffer even more thanks to their ill given and I would say unloving advice. Instead of just listening to him,praying with him ,weeping with him and just being there , they became a thorn in his side.
Now I'm no Job . I have had my share of suffering and tribulation . Some of my own making no question but why is it that people who really don't know you or your situation want to give you advice but have no real investment in your life. Being currently unemployed , it seems way too many people as of late are concerned that I need to find employment. Like I don't know that . I'm constantly on the job bank and yes ,have applied to no avail .
First let me tell you straight up I will not take just "anything" that doesn't make sense to take. My body is telling me certain types of labor are out. Busting my butt as a Custodian for almost 20 years took its toll. With my household and Wife's career( yes she loves her jobs and if your a uber fundie go someplace else ) , certain shifts I will not take ie:backshifts . My wife cannot drive because of a seizure disorder. So if I take a job but it leads to her seizures returning at a higher rate and she has to leave her employment we are setback big time. If you don't like that , too bad. Third , I have not been on E.I constantly nor have I been on social assistance , neither do I beg ,bum from friends or family. My days are plenty full of things to do , even though I'm a man,imagine that. 4th , I have been looking and trying to network but guess what , all my friends are white collar and work in fields that I cannot . That should tell me something of what I should have done with myself years ago. Number 5 , I do think I'm a bit shell shocked when it comes to gong back into retail and dealing with the public. To the public , you are no fun to serve . Way too many are rude,impatient and a pain to serve. Right now I know I just do not have the will in me to take it over a non-significant item being sold. Plus the last place I worked ,the place was toxic . It worked itself into the whole environment . I was not guiltless but am weary of retail period.
Do I want to find work , yes but I'm sick and tired of settling. That's all I have done my whole life when it comes to work. Perhaps you might not like my decision but here is the thing , unless your paying our rent, getting me groceries and fixing my car , mind your own business. This is between me and my wife and family.
Too many of us offer advise without knowing the "real" situation . Too many of us assume things without knowing the bigger picture. Too many assume they know whats best but don't have the slightest clue as to what they are talking about. So unless you feeding me,clothing me and I'm bumming off of you , your 2 cents means absolutely nothing to me.
I think I would rather have no friends then to have a bunch of Job's friends . Which in reality they were not real friends at all. I'm truly thankful for the few true friends I have who are there to listen and support me . Offering advise that is helpful because they know me , the real me . Nuff said.
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Really? Seriously? You're looking for a job? Thought so.
I met my much loved father-in-law when he was my current age (until the end of the month, 44). I remember him being in such agony that he had to crawl into the house, after work. The last job that my Reg had he wasn't crawling but he was on his way to it. Do I want that for my beloved? Certainly not. I suggested, lovingly, to him that he had to quit.
FYI, my husband is one of the toughest men that I have ever met. If I was in as much pain as he was I would curl up in the fetal position and beg for the strongest pain meds that I could get.
He's not on any. Yet, every day he gets up and drives me to work and Jake to University. He's almost constantly driving everybody in different directions. He cleans the house and does the laundry. He makes sure that our son's diabetes is regulated while continuuing to encourage him to handle it himself. But, when you're a Juvenile Diabetic (from the age of 6) you need back up.
He listens to my brother who has an autistic spectrum disorder. He can't read body language or facial expressions so he gets frustrated and stressed. To put it mildly, it can get very repetive. By the way, he lives with us. He does have a job and he drives.
Then, my Reg, comes and picks Jake and I up(at different times). Just to make it more fun, Jake is back to work, too. More driving.
I'm usually home by 6:00pm. This is what I come home to do. I come in and sit on the couch. I put my feet up and pick up the TV remote. A hot, cooked from scratch, supper is placed before me. I have food allergies, particularly dairy, so it ain't Kraft Dinner (considered by many Canadians to be it's own Food group}. Then, I toddle off to bed around 8:30pm. I'm up at 5:30am. My seizures do not like late nights. By the way, I'm married to an insomniac night owl.
Aah, my seizures. Most men would not put up with the inconvenience of them. Besides being unable to drive, the last movie I went to was the third installment of Lord of the Rings. No surround sound in my world, anymore. As any loyal reader of this blog will tell you, my husband is a movie buff. It was something we loved to do together. I miss it.
In a recent blog, my husband mentioned co-leading a class at our Church. I cannot go to it because of the sound in the room that they were assigned. It's next to the sanctuary. Sorry Pastor Bob, but nobody thought to sound proof the room. So again, I get to hear about it afterward. The story of my life with my family.
Finally, despite what you've just read about my crazy seizures, I have no complaints. I love my life and being married to my Reg. Just remember to assume is to make an a** out of u and me. Unless you're going to be supportive or have an actual job offer, quite plainly, shut up. Love you, Mrs Reg
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