I haven’t written anything except for case notes and Instagram captions in quite some time so I’m a little rusty. But I’ve recently found myself with things to share so I thought it would be a good time to make a blog comeback. I think I’ll start with sharing a little bit of my employment history, not in a resume sort of way but in a “look how cool God is” way.
We’ll start in May 2016- when I graduated with my Bachelor’s degree in Sociology. At that point, I didn’t really know what direction I wanted to go in life (I still don’t) but I knew I wanted to work at a nonprofit. About a month before my graduation, I had started looking at job openings online, emailing nonprofits and submitting applications. I didn’t stop doing that until January 2017. For about 8 months, I submitted an application, emailed a nonprofit or had an interview almost every single day. I was offered a job fairly early on in the process but turned it down which I regretted a month or two later. During that time, I was so frustrated and discouraged. Despite getting interview after interview, I was consistently being told that I lacked enough experience for the jobs even though most of the jobs I was applying for were entry-level jobs. Not to mention, I had done everything I was told I needed to do to get a job: I had a degree, I had volunteer experience, I had an internship, the only thing I didn’t have was actual job experience in the field. But still each time, I was told that they went with someone with more experience than me.
In December 2016, I got a phone call asking if I’d come in for an interview for a case manager position at a mental health agency. I had applied for several positions at the organization, but I hadn’t applied for the position I was being called in for an interview for. Apparently my application had somehow (Thanks, God) been transferred to the supervisor of this position. Of course I agreed to the interview because honestly at this point, I was desperate for any job. I went in for the interview and was basically offered the job on the spot. A few weeks later I was officially offered the job and a few weeks after that (the first week of January) was my first day of orientation.
I told myself when I started that job that I would give myself at least a year in it. Those in the mental health field know that case management isn’t the easiest of jobs and has a high turnover rate. My organization is awesome and after 6 months you can apply to transfer to any position you want as long as you’re qualified for it. Close to the 6 month mark, what I thought was my dream job at my organization came open so I applied for it. The supervisor never called me back after my interview which was fine because it would have been a pay cut anyway and didn’t actually sound as great as I thought it would be. So I just kept pressing on at my job. I wasn’t in a hurry to transfer because I liked what I was doing and the people I worked with but I did periodically check for openings that may be interesting to me.
At my year and a half mark, I received a text from a coworker in a different program saying that they had an opening and that if I was interested, I should let the supervisor of the program know. I’ll pause the story there to backtrack a little. The now supervisor of that program used to be a case manager in the same program that I was working in at the time. I had shadowed her my first week and she had taught me a lot about what the heck I was doing because I had no idea. At that time, we had also discovered that we had volunteered with the same middle school ministry which was just a cool thing to discover.
After much thought and prayer, I emailed her to setup an interview. At the interview, she offered me the job and asked me to think about it and let her know the next week. As I was trying to decide, she was so kind and answered every single one of my questions completely honestly. So, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I remember being so anxious about making the decision because I am so bad at change and decisions. I knew I needed the change because my anxiety was getting worse as a case manager and I needed something a little less stressful. But I was still so anxious about deciding. I was asking anyone and everyone for opinions.
I finally accepted the position and transitioned to my new job which I’ve now happily been in for about 2 months. I’m an employment specialist now, helping others get jobs. I’ve now realized that my 8 months of job searching for myself has actually given me a lot of the knowledge and skills I need to do this job which is just wild. Who would have thought that God used the time where I felt the most worthless and down to prepare me for now? God works in crazy ways, I’m telling you. Every part of my employment story is so filled with His goodness. I love talking about it because He has so obviously been involved in getting me to this point.
Thank you, Lord, for your goodness and grace. You are so good.