Putting one's hope in a job to make your life better/happier/more secure is a result of lacking hope in the Lord. As I chased this previous job down, e-mailing, calling, desperate to leave the retail world behind, I couldn't imagine the answer 'no'. I psyched myself up to expect far too much out of the job. And now, here I am looking for another one. My pride is hurt? Yes. My self-confidence? Kind of in the gutter at the moment, but I have learned what to apply for, what skills I have to offer which I didn't realize I possessed, and maybe even a little strength.
So now, I wait. And try to figure out how to get rid of a 25 year old couch. Any suggestions? The condition would be considered 'fair-poor'. I'm not even sure goodwill will accept it!