Behold, I am doing a new thing

I got the job at Trader Joe's! It was pretty easy - they're looking for chatty, sociable people to make for an upbeat shopping "adventure." I guess I qualify. I start Tuesday, with three hours of reading to learn about the history and philosophy of the chain. That's cool by me. I'm just so glad to have steady dependable work... which, if I stay 90 days, turns into PPO health insurance with dental!

The funny thing is, just on Tuesday I had a fantastic interview with a small church in the far southwest suburbs. I LOVED these people. They're looking to grow, they have a new building with a circular sanctuary, and they have a lot of energy. It's even a diverse area - I saw African American, Latino, and white students in nearly equal numbers pouring out of the elementary school down the street. It's all malls down there, but you know what, the suburbs aren't all that bad... I could see myself living there. We'll see.

The new keys

Since I've lost my big ring of keys - complete with grocery store "discount" tags, my beach pass, and a Wooster keychain - I've decided to decrease my future key-loss risk. Now, my house and school keys are on one ring (with the whistle, for some reason), my car key stands alone (with a cross to watch over me or something), and the laundry room key has joined my storeroom padlock key and my (nonfunctional) mailbox key on the ugly old blue plastic Seabury tag. I only had one bike lock key, and so now my (somewhat crappy) bike is stuck with its U-lock until I find a bolt cutter or just donate it somewhere and let someone else deal with the problem.

I like this new key system, though: my keys are so much lighter! They don't clunk into everything. I feel freer, and less like a jailer. Of course, this means if I decide I need to get into my car and I've left my car key upstairs, I have to walk up and get it. And it may also mean that I have more sets of keys to misplace. Hmm. Oh well, I'm going to enjoy the illusion of a problem solved for now

By the way, I went ahead and applied with Trader Joe's! I thought it might be best to leave the "Reverend" off the application. And I have an interview on Thursday morning, so we'll see how that goes. I'm a little unnerved about the idea of getting up in the morning for a 5am shift 20 minutes away... but I do always tell people that I'm a morning person.

The gate is narrow

My accreditation hours have been cut. I knew this was coming, but it's still sort of rough. I already felt like I was scraping by! So I have to scramble for more work.

My new plan is to apply for a job at Trader Joe's - my close friend's husband works there, and I'm just w a i t i n g for him to call me back. Steady work, health insurance, 10% discount - could it get much better? Maybe this will be a blessing in disguise. But I shouldn't count my chickens... even if they're free-range and 10% off.

I'm also talking to another professor about helping her with her research... only a couple hours a week, but every little bit helps. And I would get to learn a little about Julian of Norwich.

Geez, this is stressful, though. I know it will be fine, but my rent has gone up, I have no idea when I might get hired, and I really need a new keychain. (Life is hard.) Anyone got any keychains they've been meaning to get rid of? (Hopefully I won't get inundated, here.)

Ok, I'm going to go to Eucharist. Probably some part of it will make me cry, but you know what, that's what God is for, right?

Oh no, not the liturgy switch!!!

So, most of the time I've lived at Seabury I've thought this was a pretty funny sight (sorry it's so blurry!). Right next to our professor of liturgics' office is this SWITCH! With a RED LIGHT! When I first got here, I had no clue what it was for. Did Ruth's office used to be a darkroom? Did the switch activate some emergency liturgical process? What on earth...?

Then one day I had to get something out of the attic, right up the stairs from Ruth's office. And the Adminstrative Person with keys flipped this switch before we walked up there. It turns the lights on in the attic.

I must say, I was pretty disappointed. Still am.

He will come like a thief in the night

I still haven't found either the keys or the checkbook (with debit card). I've pretty much made peace with the likelihood that both are gone. No one turned the keys in to our receptionist yesterday, and I retraced our walk to the gelato place, asked in the stores along the way, and looked again around my friends' apartment and their backyard. I posted something on Craig's List, and I'm thinking about calling Northwestern's lost and found.

I have a new set of Seabury keys now. When Wolf, our maintenance guy, gave them to me, he was kind enough to remind me: "These cost $10 a piece!" Thanks.

I've also combed my apartment and car, looking for my checkbook. Nothing. So, I froze my checking account, which I'm going to have to wait until Saturday to "unfreeze," because I'm going to have to go to Hyde Park Bank and meet with the customer service officer in person. So, this week, I simply have no access to money! Sort of strange. See, I was out of cash on Sunday; all I have are my laundry quarters and $2.52 in change in my wallet. I have my credit card for emergencies and maybe for gas, but otherwise, I'm not going to spend any money until Saturday... that might be sort of interesting.

But this really WEIRD thing happened last night. I've been mildly paranoid about someone letting themselves into my apartment, because our keys have the apartment number stamped on them. So, last night, I slept with my laptop and cell phone in my bedroom; f0r some reason, I thought this was a good safety measure. Then I woke up at 3am after a bad dream: I was sleeping in a mini-trailer in the middle of downtown somewhere, when some mean little kid started looking in through the windows at me. He made his way around the trailer to its little door, and he opened it... and I tried to wake up, tried to yell, to make him go away - and I finally woke myself up.

And I noticed a light on in my hallway. I thought, "Oh, I must've left the living room light on. Oh well." And I fell back asleep, a little shaky.

I woke up this morning and on my way to the bathroom, I noticed the front door of my apartment was open. Just WIDE open. The lights in my living room weren't on, that was the light from the hallway outside! Eek. But nothing had been taken, at least so far as I can tell. And there were no signs of a mean little kid anywhere.

I do remember that I didn't lock the front door last night, so probably the wind had blown it open or something. It's happened before, during the day. But it's just a little freaky.

Maybe the Holy Spirit pushed the door open, just to prove to me that I was safe, even sleeping all night with my front door wide open. I hope so.

Lost Things

This morning in church, we read the lectionary story about the shepherd who leave his 99 sheep to go looking for the 1 lost sheep. And the woman who cleans out her whole house, looking for 1 lost coin.

Today, I realized I've lost both my checkbook, which has my ATM card tucked in it, and my house keys. Horrid. I regret to say that I have not left everything to search high and low for them. I realized the checkbook was gone on my way to get gelato with my neighbors Brad and Katie and their kids, and I guess spending time with them was more important than finding the checkbook and ATM card right at that moment. They're not in any of my purses or backpack, not on any tables, not in coat pockets, not in the car... And then I discovered my keys were gone, when I left their apartment, later tonight. Brad and I looked in the backyard with a flashlight, where I'd been waiting for them earlier, but there was nothing. ARGH. Our security point-person, Laurel, was home, and kindly walked home with me and let me in all the doors.

Ironically, I'd unlocked my car on the way over, to see if my checkbook was in there somewhere. So I know I used my keys then.

I'm just devastated - and worred. Bleh. I hate losing things, especially things I urgently NEED. I can't get into the accreditation office to start work in the morning without a key. I really hope my checkbook isn't floating out there and some random person is writing checks for pizza and a stereo system or something.

Maybe I should drop everything and look though the yard again. But then I couldn't get back inside my apartment without knocking on Laurel's door again. Maybe I should turn my house upside down looking for the checkbook. But I'm just so exhausted. Forgive me, Good Shepherd. I'm glad you're better at looking for lost people than I am for lost items.

Paper work

Ellen's father says, "If you want something done right, forget it." (She's the professor I'm working with on Seabury's accreditation process.) This pretty much sums up our accreditation work lately. What a morass. But it's coming together somehow.

Our world seems to exist mostly on paper, I've noticed. Or online. That's where we look to sort of prove that things exist, anyway.

I feel a little bit like I'm working at the law firm again, as I've mentioned before. I'm developing a friendship of circumstance with the copy machines. I have paper cuts. I have strong feelings about the kind of paper clips, binder clips, and file folders I want to use. I notice the aesthetics of reports, tables, headers and footers.

Maybe I'll post some photos of the copy machines.

Two more job possibilities

Hooray!

While I was downtown yesterday for "Fresh Start," a new clergy gathering and workshop, I found out about two more possible jobs. One is another assistant position and the other is a full-time solo position. Both are in the western suburbs.

Very exciting. I'm relieved to have more places to put my anticipatory energy than just St. X, (a neighbor of mine, who is also applying there, just received an email from the rector, who reported that they are still reviewing applications and listening for the Spirit). I probably should've worked harder to expand my search a few weeks ago, but better late than never.

I'm very intrigued by the possibility of working on my own again. Maybe this time for more than twelve people (although I really loved those twelve people). I just think there's something powerful in churches with less than 100 members, a "something" than can grow into something more. I've heard too many clergy disparage small churches, say they're "dying" and blame them for all their problems, rather than look for ways to help them become something more. Seems like a kind of "sizism" to me. Jesus didn't have a problem with his twelve people. As one priest pointed out at the new clergy day, Jesus berated the crowds that followed him rather than encourage them to fill out new member cards.

I could rant some more, but I will stop.

I hate, I despise your chapels?

Amos 5:21, "I hate, I despise your festivals, and I take no delight in your solemn assemblies."

So, a swath of chapel plaster fell off the wall over the weekend. We're now worshipping in Seabury Lounge - our common room, just in case more starts to fall down. Perhaps God was commenting on our liturgical sensibilities? On our Episcopal devotion to common worship? Hard to say.

The funny thing is that workers just finished tuckpointing and sealing the steeple, and it was AFTER that that a chunk of wall tumbled down. Right onto the pew where the evening or morning prayer officiant usually sits.

Sorry! It was dark in there, and my flash wasn't doing the trick, so these are kind of blurry. But we've definitely had some excitement with the start of the year with this infrastructure collapse!

Just call me tuna casserole, with potato chips

My friend Court yesterday said to me, "Heidi, you're not a leftover casserole, but if you were, you'd be tuna noodle, because it's the best." That was so nice! And LittleMary reminded me that sometimes leftovers taste the best, especially with cheese and tortilla chips. So, ok - maybe I just need to tell the story a little differently, here.

More than a few people here stopped me yesterday to tell me how glad they were to see me still around. They said they hoped I would find a job, but it was nice to have me here. No one said, "What are YOU still doing here???"

And you know, I still haven't heard from St. X. And maybe they'll call, and maybe they won't. Maybe they'll hire someone else. Or maybe another job will open up. Maybe not. But maybe I can make a ministry and a worthwhile year for myself with what's around me here. Honestly, I'd rather do that than force myself into a parish job, just for the sake of having one.

My friend Jim wondered if, deep down, I wasn't feeling drawn to parish ministry, period. That's an interesting question - I'm not sure. It may be a matter of finding the right parish. Or maybe he's right, and I've been looking at the wrong jobs for the last nine months. Sometimes I'm not good at sorting out what I OUGHT to do and what I WANT to do. But I'm not ready to say that I don't really want to do parish ministry, yet. There's still something about it that draws me - but I'm not sure what it is. Something to pray about.

The view from here?

The steeple has been under construction. They've been tuckpointing, so the whole thing doesn't come tumbling down. Bits of stone dust have been sprinkling down into the chapel for years, now - some bits are more like pebbles than dust, actually. We weren't ringing the chapel bells last week, because they would probably knock that little guy up there right down into the garth. I would listen to the workers from my cubicle window: lots of annoying drill noises and every now and then some Polish.


Here's a view of one of the boxes of accreditation materials I've been helping to put together.

So, I'm bored.

Classes start at Seabury today. And I'm feeling a bit like a leftover casserole, here. I'm trying to pray about it, but mostly I would like my life to move on. I'd like to have work that uses more of these skills I've been honing for the last four years. But it's just not going to be that way for a while yet, so I have to find a way to get used to it. But it's kind of boring. I can't go to classes (I could ask, but I'm pretty sure the answer would be "no."), I can't participate in school leadership, and I can't even go to lunch without paying $8. You know, my daily life hasn't changed much in the past three months - I'm living in my own version of Endless Summer. Endless Summer until Halloween? Thanksgiving? Christmas? Beyond...? (Eek.)

Hmm. I just remembered that I had a dream last night that it was snowing. Weird. Hard - blowing big thick flakes. I hope that's a good sign.

I'll try to think of other things to cheer myself up.

Overheard

This from a blog I happened upon called "Overheard Lines." Made family-friendly.


Guy 1: "That's a big f*ing church."

Guy 2: "God's a big f*ing guy."