You’ve probably noticed I notice markers. By that I mean I pay attention to anniversaries. I suppose this interest affirms my belief in history. We are who we were. Looking backward is just as important as looking forward. Trust me, I don’t even begin to post most of my markers. But today is my 5-year anniversary as an employee at Newberg Friends Church and I can’t think of a good reason to resist noticing it. I love remembering the days that led up to my first day on the job.
All I’m missing is my Shrek lunchbox!
I didn’t waste much time responding to an announcement that the position of office administrator was open at our church just a block down the street. I asked for a quick interview because a day later my Jeep and I would head toward Denver for the arrival of baby Cassidy. Clearly, any thoughts of my potential employment rode in the backseat. Anticipation of the upcoming event in Colorado held my foot firmly on the accelerator.
Gregg called to offer me the job shortly before my scheduled return. I can’t say my excitement eclipsed the joy of that sweet new grandgirl, but I was very glad for the news. Anticipation for my new job joined me in the front seat on the return trip, providing a welcome distraction from the pangs of separation from this:
Don’t you wonder what she’s thinking? I don’t think I want to know.
Working with the NFC pastoral team the past five years has turned out to be an indescribable blessing. I can’t think of one Monday or Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday or Friday in the past five years that I have not looked forward to going to work. Yes, I like my days off and I love when I get to fly off for a visit somewhere, but when it’s a workday, I dance out the door.
Here’s one of the reasons I like my job:
Denise will celebrate five years as bookkeeper/receptionist in a couple of weeks. This is how she looked back then; well, actually she still looks like this. She and I hit it off from day one, and my love for her stretches well beyond office hours.
Sometimes a man shows up at my window to order a double cheeseburger and fries. I don’t often have what he wants, so I politely invite him to come back around noon and take me to lunch.