thankful for my job

i really do LOVE my job. it makes my heart happy to spend my days planning fun events for teenagers, putting together retreats, and loving on students.

and it's a good thing b/c jay and i talked about jobs i would be horrible at during lunch today...pretty much everything.

i saw a lady wearing a geek squad shirt. hands down, that'd be the WORST job for me. i know nothing about computers. i don't even know what kind of cell phone i have. and Lord knows i don't know a thing about anything else dealing with technology. seriously, it's bad.

i would also be horrible at any job dealing with animals...b/c i don't like them, at all. i know people may think i am horrible for that. but i just don't care for them. i think animals are dirty. i don't want a dog on my couch! cats are evil. and i don't even know what else people would consider having as a pet. ?! but i'm out...

i MIGHT, might ride a horse. but i dont want to. last time i rode a horse my horse jumped on another horse. freaked me out. i had to ride the rest of the trip with our guide. i was 15. it's not like i was a child. animals just annoy me. eww.

jay and i laughed that i would be horrible at any job that would require patience. hahaha.

i think i'd be bad at selling things. i would feel bad pressuring people into buying things they may not need. i would wimp out and be like, "it's ok. you probably don't need this car. here have mine."

i could NOT give pedicures. i would vomit on peoples feet.

i could not be an interior designer or contractor. i have ZERO eye for that sort of thing.

jay said i couldn't do any type of job that made me sit in a cubical. it's true. i don't know how people sit in cubes.

i hate, HATE talking on the phone so i wouldn't be a good receptionist. i also have always been bad with messages. just ask my dad...my mom and i are horrible. he typically got messages like "umm, a guy called. i think he said his name was jim?! maybe it was mike. he was calling about you preaching at his church...wait, maybe it was kevin? and it could be about helping rebuild a house."   no joke.

i refuse to go in fabric stores. not sure why i hate them. so apparently i wouldn't be good there.

i don't like math or money stuff so banking is out.

if i worked anywhere around food i'd be obese. there's goes that.

i don't know ANYTHING about doing hair or putting on makeup.

i basically only know how to work a "throw away" camera so i'm thinking photography is a no go.

i don't think i have flour at my house. i know i don't have sugar. so baking...nope.

the one time my dad asked me to cut the grass growing up, i attempted to spell my name with the mower. i can't keep plants alive so landscaping won't work...

i'm am the worlds worst snow skier so....can't do that. not to mention i despise snow and being cold.

i pretty much only doggie paddle when i swim to being a lifeguard isn't looking like an option.

i can't sing.

i can't play an instrument.

i don't know a THING about cars.

i can't handle needles, blood, or vomit so i don't think i'd be the best nurse.

i like gabe, always. other kids in small spurts...so daycare, etc. nahhhh.

team sports terrify me. even kickball with friends. there goes that.

wedding coordinator. but i hate talking on the phone, i am not patient and i like to be at home with my boys.

teaching....oh LAWD.

i could go on....

jobs ive always wanted but hopefully wont ever have to do:
- waitress. i dont know why.
- cashier. again...why?! i get to pretend at walmart self checkout. thats enough.
- personal trainer. but i have enough self-image issues. i dont need that.