New Job

Today I had to run over to Pikeville to finalize my substitute teaching papers.

I'm pretty sure I filled out at least 15 different forms in which almost all asked the same questions.

Date of Birth:

Full Name:

Social Security Number:

Address:

Gender:

Signature:

 After all the forms were completed, the lady asked for my drivers license, social security card, and a voided check.

Of course, I only had one of the following - my drivers license.

I have never carried my social security card, nor had any idea where it was.

And checks - who carries checks these days?

I can't even tell you the first time I wrote a check, if ever!

I told the lady helping me that I didn't have the social security card or a check.

She was furious and kept watching the clock since it was almost her lunch time. 

She said I could just bring those back later, but that I could not get paid until doing so.

From there, we began the finger printing process.

The lady seriously gave me a 10 minute overview on how to make the perfect fingerprint.

Then she followed by making me practice multiple times.

 

Start on the side of your finger.

Now tuck in all other fingers not being used.

Don't put too much pressure or the print will be smudged.

Don't put too little pressure or the print will not come out correctly.

Now roll the finger all the way to the other side.

Do not lift the finger or the print will be ruined and the sheet will be void.

 Now you try, starting with your right thumb.

I slowly tapped my thumb on the ink pad.

The lady screams, "ROLL YOUR THUMB! START FROM ONE SIDE AND ROLL TO THE OTHER!"

So I roll my thumb as she so carefully explained on the ink pad.

I transfer my thumb from the ink pad to the paper.

"TUCK IN YOUR OTHER FINGERS! YOU'RE NOT DOING IT RIGHT."

My hands start shaking, but I get the thumb print down.

"GUESS THAT WILL HAVE TO DO. ONTO THE NEXT ONE. RIGHT INDEX."

The yelling at me continued through all 10 fingers.

After the prints were complete, the lady said she was dissatisfied.

"I KNOW YOU WILL HAVE TO COME BACK AND REDO THESE, BUT I'LL SEND THEM OFF ANYWAYS."

I wanted to tell this woman off. 

If she didn't yell at me the entire time while I was trying to make the prints, maybe I wouldn't have been so shaky.

But I resisted and thanked her for her help and left the building. 

I called my mother after leaving to ask if she knew where my social security card was at.

She gave me directions to call my father, because he was home for lunch and could lay it out for me.

So I called and explained the situation.

My father searched and searched, but couldn't locate the card.

We decided the solution would be to just reapply for a new card.

The downfall, I can work, but I cannot get paid.

And my new job begins on Monday, August 13th.

My new job is a full time substitute for P.E. with elementary kids, grades K-5.

I will be working Monday-Thursday from 8-4 playing games with little kids.

I get to wear workout clothes and hair in a ponytail and get paid.

What more could I ask for?

My father isn't very happy about the new job.

Mainly because I didn't get into pharmacy school this year.

And he's afraid I'm going to enjoy being a teacher way too much.

He should be afraid though.

I wanted to be a teacher when I first began college and he told me I wouldn't be able to support myself with that career choice.

My entire family consists of teachers.

My mother is a 5th grade math teacher.

My aunt is a guidance counselor of an elementary school.

My other aunt is a high school biology teacher.

My grandmother was a high school english teacher.

And my other aunt was a college english professor.

So, I come from a long line of teachers!

In a way, I agree with my father.

I know that living off a teacher's salary alone would not be sufficient to live my life.

There would be a constant worry with money.

Being a pharmacist would make life a little easier, money wise.

And I would always have a job.

That job security is a major factor.

And I like the job of being a pharmacist.

I worked in a pharmacy for the past 6 months as a pharmacy technician and loved my job.

It was something that kept my interest all throughout the day.

And something that I want to learn more about.

I know my father is disappointed in me for not getting accepted this year.

I've heard all the put downs from him.

But I've learned to let it go in one ear and out the other.

I'm working on improving my PCAT score.

I've been studying now for a week and plan on retaking the exam in late September.

I know it's gonna take hard work and that's what I will do.

I will put in the hard work and reapply and see what this next year holds.

Until then, I'm gonna enjoy my job working with the kids for the next year.

I know the good Lord will lead me down the correct path.

Whether it's pharmacy school or becoming a teacher.

In the end, everything will work itself out.

I have faith.

Until next time...