Good morning everyone (or should I say Top O’ the Mornin’? hehe!) and happy Saturday once again! It’s March 17th once again, the day where homes all across the United States smell like ass from the boiling of cabbage, and I for one wouldn’t miss it for the world. I take my boiled veggies with red wine vinaigrette dressing, pepper and a little butter, which I know isn’t all that Irish, but hey – I’m American, and my taste buds are as diverse as the neighborhoods I’ve lived in over the years. Besides, it’s just plain good like that – try it! However you celebrate today, be it as a day for celebrating Irish heritage, honoring Saint Patrick, or even if it’s like at our home where it’s all about the food (and beer!), I hope it’s a great day for you all!
This morning for me is an especially invigorating one, as last night, I conducted my first lease signing as an apartment leasing agent! I’m still high from the experience, and at noon today, I’m conducting another one, and via e/mail, I have another coming through. I cannot remember the last time I have felt so accomplished, so independent, and so fulfilled all at the same time. Ron tells me everyday he’s proud of me, and that really means a lot to have him backing me like this. And now that we’re both seeing my hard work come to fruition, it makes it that much easier to see that working from home, driving around town (with the windows down! In March, no less!) and talking to people about a topic I know a lot about (Chicago apartments, coming from a person who’s lived in at least twenty since birth!) is an awesome
job career to have! And hey, I see what the other agent makes, and it’s not even moving season yet, so I have faith we will be able to knock down some of these lingering debts.
Granted, that independence comes with a great deal of hard work and responsibility, and yeah, I have to put aside some of my commissions toward taxes for next year, but it’s all good. The thing I truly like is the fact I am directly helping people obtain a basic need – shelter, and not having a tyrant of a boss micromanage my every move is a pretty sweet deal as well. I also passed my first of five unit tests last Sunday, moving me up another notch toward being a full-fledged agent (I’m on a student license now you see). And since I’m talking about it, if anyone in the area is looking for an apartment, feel free to give me a jingle.
And it has me thinking too – what I do isn’t all that hard. If one were to really think about it, all I’m doing is taking pictures, writing up an article, booking appointments, unlocking a door and letting people see an apartment. (And yeah, there’s some paperwork involved. Doesn’t every job have that?) Sure, there’s a lot of fancy words I’m learning, and I do have to maintain a schedule, and yes, this is the kind of work that really requires a great deal of dedication and organization, but it’s not really something many people couldn’t do. I know there’s a leap of faith involved, especially since it’s going to cost me about $400 and a couple months of education to get my license, and the income is never guaranteed, but in comparison to the (hundreds of!) thousands of dollars and hours people invest in themselves for college, what I’m paying in time and money is a drop in the bucket – or in some cases, a reservoir!
Therefore, what I’m doing may very well be something our troops may want to consider when they come home. The job market for vets is supposedly getting better, but I think having a few alternatives to a standard day job is a good idea. (And too, I actually worked with a Wiccan woman last week. It’s pretty cool to make a new friend who shares some of my beliefs through work!) And even if it’s not your cuppa, there are quite a few jobs and careers out there that perhaps aren’t being considered for whatever reason. I know I’m not all that fond of the medical profession, as the scent of rubbing alcohol brings back quite a few bad memories. However, not all positions in that industry are out of the question. If something came along in administration, as long as it wasn’t where people were getting stuck with needles, I as a job hunter would certainly take it. Keep an open mind and maintain a positive attitude when hunting! Just like working magick, the key phrase is I WILL, not I hope.
Getting back to last week, I wrote about the movement toward introducing Pagans to the ranks of the military chaplaincy, and it was pretty cool Selena Fox gave me a shout-out on the Pagan Warrior Radio show, now aired on Saturday nights. Thanks, Selena! See ya at PSG! But what I wanted to get at was one of the comments left after last week’s article. If you didn’t catch it, click back; it’s a real eye-opener and is in stark contrast to what some Pagans in the military are now experiencing.
After reading this vet’s comment, it’s painfully obvious how valuable a chaplain who “gets us” can be, especially for those who are open about their beliefs. As I’ve said a million times over, it seems to be par to course when the military starts making changes, so goes the rest of the country, though it’s we civilians who get the ball rolling, many times via grass roots efforts. Hand in hand, changes for the better are being made, but we must be vigilant there is going to be a push-back by those who don’t like change. So how do we go about it? Do we demand, or do we request? While it’s true gentle ways are often stronger than hard ones, it’s the squeaky wheel that gets the grease. (Or more recently for me, it’s the squeaky car door that gets the WD-40.) Please share your thoughts so we can get the ball rolling.
Well, that about does it for me this week. As always, I like to remind folks about the Clip for the Troops campaign that’s going stronger than ever! Please visit the Facebook page, Like! it, and share generously. And also, I hope you and yours have a wonderful and blessed Ostara! I love hard-boiled eggs, and I love coloring them even more! (This link has some adorable egg holders you can print out and color!) It’s already very Summer-y here, to where I was able to get ice cream off the truck yesterday, though I have a sneaking suspicion we’ll get socked with snow at least once more before Nature is done with us. Nothing this good lasts forever!
Blessings to you and yours!