I've grown to really disliking my job lately, I use to enjoy it because I got to be outside. Frankly I'm tired of be yelling and cursing at me for doing my job (after all it's not my fault you parked wrong, I was only doing what I'm paid to do). It feels like not a work day goes by when someone doesn't scream or argue with me. I still feel like I'm walking a fine line between getting fired and keeping my job. Every time I it seems I do something right (job wise), something happens were I get a disappointed look from my bosses. I know that doesn't seem like much, but in the police world it is, the higher ranks decide your fate. And I'm not just talking about keeping a job, I'm meaning time off, whether or not your out walking or driving all day, if you get over time assignments. etc. I even had a "good talking to" over going to the restroom and not calling it out on the radio. And Lord knows it has been really wearing me down, enough to were I've been thinking of just giving up. There are several times throughout my normal day were I just stop/sit down and ask myself why I should keep going.
But then in His perfect timing he sends me light at the end of the tunnel. Today I am in the info booth (and usually people stop by needing a visitor's permit but they are for the most part indifferent or rude like I am asking the world of them). I have had several people stop with smiles on there facing, being real upbeat and respectful to me, Me. I don't think I can describe how this made me feel. I was much more willing to help them and explain things more clearly to them. One gentleman in particular who was from Houston was very talkative and we had a nice little chat. I've always heard the saying you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, and this is a great example. Thank you Father for sending me these people and from keeping me from being discouraged.
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