I'm feeling really frustrated with the whole job thing right now...Which is annoying given the current money situation.
Whenever they ask the question about why you'd be perfect for the job, and what makes you any different from the other 200 or so applicants that are equally as smart, experienced, pleasant, and honest as you are, I just wish I could show them some kind of slide show of all my best moments. I really hate having to answer that question. I like to let people figure me out for me because they know me. Having to go and tell people all about how wonderful I am makes me feel naught but conceited, full of it, and strangely unable to figure out words to describe myself. Why can't I just have them call all my friends so that they can figure out what people really think of me?
Right now, I'm just grateful that I don't have to do that at the judgment. At least God already knows the thoughts and intents of my heart. While that's a little scary, it's better than me trying to figure it all out, and then explain it in a manner that, though sincere it might be, has the potential to come across instead as "no no, I'm really not proud of myself, though I should be. I'm actually quite humble...It's my best quality."
To this whole thing, I offer a hearty "Bah."
And so I'm led back to a poem that my mom gave me before coming out to college. I don't know that she even knows that I have it--as it was really just part of a lesson she taught in Sunday School. She probably doesn't even know that it means a whole lot to me. I should probably tell her.
Don't Quit
When things go wrong as they sometimes will.
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill.
When funds are low and the debts are high.
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but do not quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As every one of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about.
When he might have won had he stuck it out:
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
When things go wrong as they sometimes will.
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill.
When funds are low and the debts are high.
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but do not quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As every one of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about.
When he might have won had he stuck it out:
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Yeah...I probably CAN do this...
2 comments:
Novel my friend. I miss your hugs. Don't give up. I would hire you in a second. Plus you are amazing.
-Ms. A
Ooo, I like the poem. In fact, I think I will print it out and put it somewhere to look at. Don't you just love those little Relief Society quotes?
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