First of all, a little update on my life: things are going well. When this semester first started I felt like I wanted to die every night. Not only was the homework load seemingly impossible but at work I was being given more and more responsibility. I honestly felt an anxiety attack creeping up behind me and chilling the hairs on the back of my neck quite often. Fortunately though, things are going much better. I devised a schedule that is working out quite well. M-F: Wake up, eat breakfast (98% of the time I eat poptarts, about 90% of the time if I can help it they are S'more flavored, so good), get ready, study like a fool, go to work, come home, eat dinner, and study some more. Saturdays are play/sleep days and Sundays = long hours of reading and studying. I often feel jealous and somewhat angry when people complain about how stressed out they are when they just have to deal with full-time school. Full-time school + full-time work = full-time stress for me! But it's all good :) I'm not ignorant to the fact that my life is great and could be much worse and full of many more extreme stressors. I'm definitely blessed and very thankful.
Anywho, with work, I don't think I've talked about how much I love it; about how I don't consider it work at all and often times I forget my paycheck until my boss reminds me to take it home. Right now, I work at the Boys and Girls Club of Brigham City and absolutely love it. When I first applied for the job I did so because I was being forced to finally grow up and start working. I decided I might as well do something that'd (hopefully) make a difference in someone's life. I applied there with extremely high hopes that I would be hired. Luckily, they had a spot. But to my dismay, it was just a desk job; I wouldn't even be working with the kids.
So I was hired and trained to work the desk; answering calls, checking kids in and out, doing tedious paperwork. AKA not for me! I was so happy to be informed though, upon my second day of working there, that a Fanz staff just quit and I would be taking over her position with the kids. What a "Fanz" staff was I had no idea... but I was undeniably thrilled.
That was about a year and half ago. I had planned on only working there for the summer, ended up staying for the fall, and then couldn't find it in myself to leave. I had become so attached to these little hellions and couldn't imagine saying goodbye and not seeing them everyday. The kids at the club are absolutely amazing. Yes, there are the bad days. I do sometimes get called every name in the book and have tiny schemers plotting to get me fired; but they are minimal. I'd say the ratio of good days to bad is about 20:1. Which is great. The good days are unforgettable. THe good days inspire and excite me about life. The fact that I get paid to hang out with kids every day, teach them things about life and about themselves and help them to have higher self-esteem and confidence means the world to me. I still can't believe I get a paycheck every other week, I guess that's why I always forget it.
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