Bob the New Hire

If anyone out there is still checking my blog, I just wanted to pop in and say hi. I’m still around and I have been meaning to post, but I have a wicked case of bloggers block. I have still been enjoying reading all of my favorites blogs of course.

To all those who left me encouraging comments on my last post, I want to say thanks. You all really helped me out of a slump that I couldn’t for the life of me get out of.

I should be posting again soon. I’m planning to do a little housekeeping in my blog and I might try the idea of treating it a little bit more like a journal. I started journaling more when I wasn’t blogging and I found it very therapeutic.

In fact, why don’t I jump into a little bit of a journal entry right now?

Yesterday God was testing my patience...Big time. While I won’t name real names I will call this person Bob. Bob is a new hire who walked into my office on Friday with a chip on his shoulder, decided he needed not listen to a word of my orientation, or any of my instructions on how to properly fill out his paperwork and so of course, he filled out everything wrong. Normally what I do when someone fills out their paperwork wrong is I either highlight areas that still need to be filled in and leave post it notes on how to correct the forms. Apparently Bob thought he was somehow above the 75 people we have hired since I have been here, and decided to storm into my office and demand an answer on why I cant just make the corrections for him.

And so I gritted my teeth and calmly said, “Because its not my responsibility to fill out your paperwork correctly- its yours. If you’d rather- you can do nothing about it, and wait for head office to send it back to you, or you can correct it now and save yourself the hassle.”

What I really wanted to do is throw my stapler at him and tell him to get out of my office and come back when he wants to talk to me like I’m a human.

As I write this I wonder if I ever act like Bob the new hire. I wonder if I sit there while God is telling me something- ignoring everything He has to say- and then making a mess of it because I try and do it myself instead of listening to Him. I wonder if I ever storm into my prayers with a chip on my shoulder demanding answers, or demanding that God do something that He has made me fully capable of doing myself…

I wonder if there are bigger reasons that God has used Bob to test my patience. Perhaps Bob isn’t the only one that is on the verge of having something thrown at him!

Thank you God for being patient with me when I’m demanding answers, refusing to listen to you and in general acting like a Bob the new hire, sometimes I know I don’t deserve your love and patience, but you never falter. You always remain gracious and serene- and for that, I am thankful- Amen.

Blessings~*

Steph