Last night I didn't sleep well. I'm not sure I can totally chalk it up to being stressed about the gallery job situation, but that certainly didn't help. This morning I hit the snooze WAY too many times and when I finally got up and took a shower I was behind schedule. I arrived at work on time only to find I was both without mascara and my cell phone: bad combination. Thankfully I had enough time to apply the mascara, unfortunately, however, I was not able to rectify the cell phone issue so easily. My plan had been to call in to the gallery to check in with my boss, but I wasn't able to. Perhaps that was fate. The day went by fairly quickly and I ended up not having a lot of time to dwell on the possible outcomes. The forty-five minute drive home was another story.
I got home with just enough time to grab my phone and get back in my truck to go to the gallery. On the way I did that thing that most girls and some guys do: I practiced what I would say...outloud...with hand motions. Normally I try to pretend like I'm on my phone talking to someone but this time I used my hand a lot so I kept pulling the phone away from my ear. I finally just said the heck with it and put the phone down and ranted and raved. It felt pretty good. I was relieved after I wrote the letter but this felt good. I even raised my voice a little! Once I figured out what I thought were the perfect arguments for the possible things my boss might bring up, I calmed down and asked God for peace. I got it, immediately, and as I parked and walked into the mall I was pretty confident that it was going to be okay.
When I entered the gallery my boss was just walking to the back room so I cornered her and said do you hate me, am I fired? She laughed and hugged me and said no, but you weren't the only crying...I just about bawled this morning myself. She was working with someone so we avoided the subject until we were alone and then I said listen this isn't about the job, I just need less going on. She said it was fine and that she had already tweaked the schedule, but could I work full Saturdays (10.5 hours each) through the month of November so she could have a day off? I conceded this, with the assurance that in December I would be back on my 6 hour Saturdays. I also conceded to work one Wednesday that I had already committed to working, and one Sunday in December so she could attend a district meeting, but she would then work my Saturday in exchange. I should have been happy...
What I realized is that I wanted to quit. I still kind of do. Unfortunately for me, they like me, and more importantly, my customers REALLY like me. I've sold a lot of paintings since I started in March...A LOT...and they recognize the value in that. I would have loved hearing my boss say Steph, we can't really work that out so if you have to leave you have to leave. But they didn't say that. They complied with my request, so I still have three jobs. They don't want to lose me so they're going to work with me on my schedule. I can only trust, then, that this is what God wants so I too shall comply.
My new hours are Tuesday and Thursday nights, and Saturday days. After the holidays it will about 14 hours a week and I'm pretty stoked about that. I'll still get a little extra money but I'll be home five nights out of seven and I'll have one full day off. I'll be able to stay later at school on more days and work at home in my pajamas during the evenings off. I'll also have more time to work out at the brother's house, too. I might even get my social life back. What a concept!
So I bit the bullet, and unintentionally, dodged one as well. As I type (here at the gallery, lol) I see a card I gave to my boss when I first started working here. It says My God shall supply all you need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus Philippians 4:19. I got what I needed: less hours, less responsibility, but still a little bit of money. God is good.
I love you all,
Steph
satisfied 
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