Deliver me in thy Rightousness
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Someone should have told me that I’ve been walking around with a sign tacked to my forehead declaring “I will work for the unreliable, inconsiderate and insane.”
I tried I really did and it’s not something to write home about when you sit in someone’s house and watch Treehouse Television all day. It’s never the kids though, no matter how you look at it, it’s always the parents who jerk you around.
It was the parents who sent me three e-mails before finally decided to have me over to hire me (without an interview, she just hired me and she’d never met me before in her life. I dunno I don’t plan on entrusting my kids to strangers.) it was Saturday and she wanted me to start on Monday. Okay fine the money was good, for sure. I had to think about it first I promised to call within the next few hours, which I did. She wasn’t home and I left a message for her to call me back. She never did, I had to phone them Sunday night to make sure they still wanted me.
The house was disgusting. If you’ll recall I was the girl who got poop under her nails and didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t have touched their toilet with a ten-foot pole. All the garbage cans were full, two of them piled so high with diapers the stacks were leaning against the wall.
The one call I got from mom was careless, almost like she was calling because she supposed she should make sure the stranger she left her kids with hadn’t robbed the place. Apparently she was suppose to get off at five. At six Dad finally arrived home with no clue as to where his wife was. I was supposed to iron out some details with the two of them at the end of the day, but I just wanted to go home.
I wanted to know what time they wanted me to start tomorrow. Dad said he’d give me a call sometime tonight. I phone at 9:45, no answer.
Hopefully she calls tomorrow so I can tell her to forget the whole thing. I’ve been down this road; I know right where it leads. Sure I could talk to her but I know for a fact they’re not going to change their lifestyle to suit me. Sorry but the job’s not worth it, not after every other time this has happened. I know now that the best time to abandon ship is before it starts to sink. I may even be a little late with this one.
I trust God and His plan. God will provide I know He will. I so glad I have Him and my friends and family. I know without the support I would have been dead a long time ago.
O Lord my God, in thee do I put my trust: save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me. (Psalms 7:1)