So life currently has been like a blindfold. I don't know where the end is, where I'm really going, but the cracks around my eyes only tell me changes in the light.

I'm working, working, working. I feel ostracized only by my desire to increase our customer service and quality when my higher ups want me to sell more and more and more. What good is it to sell something that is half worthless and not get a customer's faith enough in our quality to return and give us their money again? I would like mediocre money many times than mediocre money once, you know? But no one shares my sentiments and I'm too frustrated with the higher ups at corporate to tell them that same thing because then they will try arguing that fact, or say something stupid like "that's what we are supposed to be doing"... Other than the emphasis on "supposed", that is what must be done. Do it or don't. For someone who spends $350, I would rather make sure their entire order is correct than let half of their pictures have heads cut off (which can be prevented) and try selling them some extra "savings cards", but of course, I'm the bad guy in corporates eyes for doing that...Somehow. ?_?

I know I still keep my job no matter how much I "suck" selling-wise because we have no one to replace me, lol. No one likes my manager, wants to work for her on their days off when she has an "emergency", or when Wal-Mart employees mock her and complain about how she stays constantly on her cell phone, talking really loud, in random spots in the store away from the camera.

Every Saturday, I want to give 2 weeks notice. Or not, mainly because if I'm gonna get fired, they won't warn me, will they? No.

But I keep walking forward, eyes closed, even, under my blindfold. Walking by faith. That I'll stay in this job, or any job, long enough to raise enough money to finish paying my loans back. When I get about 1500 or so away from the finish line, I'll finish Journeyman's paperwork. That's the idea, but God could change things. He's certainly got the right to do so, as He is providing for me.

I hope that, soon enough, we'll have someone else trained up so that I can get fewer hours again and be home to help Mum more. I feel awful not being able to go places and help her like I could a month ago when we had 4 people between two stores and they could afford to give me pittance hours. For now, haha, they're stuck with me.

And me with them.

Keep me in your prayers. I think of all of you often and pray for you. For your growth. For your learning. For your desire for His heart.

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