Seven months after I was laid off as a nine-year employee of the University of Lethbridge, I finally found a job.
It was a relief.
I had sent out dozens of resumes and had several interviews, but nothing seemed to come to fruition. Finally, after nearly running out of severance pay, I found a job with a solid, growing company. That’s an entirely different post.
Having been there for three weeks now, I’ve noticed a few things. It’s a stressful, hectic work environment seasoned well with colourful language. It’s much different compared to my last work environment.
The downside to this job is my shift runs Wednesday to Sunday. Itâ€™s the first time in my adult life I have had to work Sundays. The last time I was job hunting, I had three job offers, and ignoring a job that required me to work Sundays was an option. This time, I had no choices; this was my only job offer.
I was heartbroken when I found out I had to work Sundays.
Sundays have for many years been a special day for me. It has been a day unlike others: the only work I do is church related; I donâ€™t participate in general entertainments; and I try to do gospel-related, enriching activities.
Having to work on Sundays is going to make this very difficult to maintain.
After I accepted the job (partly because I needed money to support my family and partly because of opportunities promised in the future), I thought about this some more and realized there were some things I could do to keep some semblance of spirituality in my life.
Luckily, my calling as ward executive secretary doesnâ€™t require much my being at church on Sunday. A lot of what I have to do on Sundays can be done electronically or dropped off at the church before church starts.
I was able to arrange my dinner break to coincide with one of the wards in our building. At least, I can sing two of the hymns andÂ partakeÂ in the sacrament.
We are going to continue being faithful in participating in our monthly ward temple night.
I am singing in the stake Christmas cantata.
I dress in my Sunday best even though everyone else is dressed in jeans and t-shirts.
Today was my first Sunday shift (the last two weeks were training Monday to Friday), and I have to say that I have never appreciated a Sacrament Meeting as much as I did today. As I mentioned above, my stressful, hectic, colourful work environment makes it difficult to feel the Spirit.
Going to church and being among my fellow saints today was a real blessing. For 40 minutes, all the swearing was gone. All the phone ringing was gone. All the worrying and stress was gone. For 40 minutes, I could relax, pray, and meditate. Even with screaming babies, todayâ€™s Sacrament Meeting was a harbour of strength during a spiritually turbulent day.
Todayâ€™s experience gave me an entirely different perspective on what it means when we refer to Sunday as a day of rest. Rest indeed.