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A Little Encouragement...

I'm writing just in case someone is feeling a little defeated... I hope this helps...

I remember maybe about 3 years ago, I had an interview at a hospital as an intake specialist... basically I would handle incoming referrals for new and continuing patients. I knew when I heard the description of the job, it was not what I wanted. I was just so driven by the idea of getting my foot in the door and leaving where I was, that I was willing to accept the position. Heading to the office where the interview was held, I passed a door marked Communications, Marketing & Public Affairs. I thought to myself, that would be a cool place to work. Even on my way out, I said that I should stop in and see if there were any positions available... well I didn't but still thought it would be cool...

I didn't get the job I interviewed for and was not sad about it at all. Later on I did apply for another position in the same area with a different coorporation and was hired on. Not long after my first day, I knew this was not the place to be, but I stayed... There was a church I had in mind to visit named IBOC which has what's called Monday School. I kept saying that I was going to attend a service ever since August of 2014. I didn't attend a service until January of 2015.

Shortly after worship was over, announcements were made. The first announcement that came from the guys' mouth was, "immediately following service, we have the hiring recruiter for UTSW in the chapel, and if you are interested in admin office work, please attend the meeting, immediately following service". I literally chuckled and looked up and said "really"? I sat there during the rest of the service, with my mind going from the service to whether or not I should attend the meeting. Needless to say I attended the meeting. When I left the meeting, I wasn't sure if I would get a call back or not...

Mid Feburary I was in the middle of switching phones and hadn't yet figured out how to even answer my new iphone 6 Plus let alone check voice messages. I had a message sitting in my inbox since earlier that afternoon, and I finally checked it later that evening around 8ish... the call was from the recruiting manager asking if I was still interested in work. Now even though it was a temporary position and I was currently a full time employee, I still felt the urge to just take a leap.

The first position I was interviewed for was in person and I knew before I left that I was not the person the Dr. was looking for to work in her office. The second interview was over the phone and I knew before I hung up the phone I was offered the position. A couple days later, I received an email asking that I come in for a face to face. This was a time that the roads were iced over so the face to face had been rescheduled twice. The day my current employer delayed the opening of the office due to the ice, I knew that I would be late because I'd been stuck out of town the days prior. Once in Dallas heading towards my office, I emailed the supervisor at the temp position and asked her would she be able to see me in the next hour...

Through the ice, I made it into the office, interviewed with the office staff and received an email later the next day I had the job. I started in March as a temporary assignment, and was offered the position as a full time employee in May, with a pretty nice salary I only dreamed of one day making. Did I mention that it was in the same office that I passed 3 years earlier?? Well it was that same office...

When hired on full time, my only request to my supervisor was that she please be patient with me. The work was new to me and I must admit I was very intimidated at the position; a position the enemy of my soul tells me that I didn't deserve and too incompetent to hold. I am still here and each day is a day of learning and overcoming. Although I am in a place, where hardly anyone looks like me and I miss my old co-workers, I am grateful to be in the place I am in now.

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