Month In Review

It has been a little over three months since becoming unemployed again.  Time sure flies when one enjoys their freedom.  Ha ha!  I applied and interviewed for a job with Cigars International.  The whole process was rather strange.  After failing the background check, I was still sent onboarding paperwork as if nothing had happened.  Then I received a phone call giving me the greenlight to start work.  I was on the fence about taking the job.  The packaged deal was part-time with about 24 hours at a rate of $12 an hour.  The only part of the job offer that I didn't like was the scheduled hours from 4 p.m. to midnight.  Yuck!  In the end, I passed on the employment opportunity thinking something better might come along.  (The price of gas and limited work hours also played a factor in my decision.)  I continue to think how much I would like to work for myself.  Who wouldn't?!  For years, possibly decades, I felt God's call in a career as a freelance writer and historical researcher.  Not sure what this would look like, but the thought continues to nag at me.  To my reading audience, I would like to ask for your thoughts and suggestions.  Feel free to comment.  On a more positive note, I have been continuing my work on family genealogy and the city's numerous cemeteries.  Last week, Trinity Episcopal Church granted me permission to work their columbarium located within the church building.  For those who don't know, a columbarium is a cemetery of sorts.  It is a centralized location housing the cremated remains of those who have passed on.  This particular church went out of their way to accomodate the project, a great example of the Lord Jesus on the true function of the church.  They also showcase a true spirit of community that the surrounding churches should mimic.  For example, after two years and a few dozen phone calls, I was frustrated by University Christian Church and their lack of courtesy and downright rudeness.  For whatever reason, they indirectly refused to even deal with me.  Since a large portion of their columbarium is located on their patio or atrium area, I simply said to hell with them and spent a few hours logging memorials.  This may have been underhanded and unethical on my part, but they never gave their permisson or said no either.  After a few hours of logging memorials on Find A Grave, I was done, and the church is none the wiser for my efforts.  Even though it wasn't their entire columbarium, I counted the project as a win over a church who sucks at ministry.  One last bit of exciting news is the Fort Worth History Center located a few miles from where I live.  They have the library edition of Ancestry and a rather large scanner to upload material into the computer.  Felt like I scored big when I was able to scan a bunch of old newspapers and articles on to the external hard drive.  Woohoo!  Feels great to get projects accomplished while others are in-process.  As for the freelance writing, I'm still mentally chewing on what to do.  Until then, I am very happy with engaging life and the many goals I have in place.  Honestly, the past few months have been the happiest I've been in a very long time.  Of course, I'm hoping to keep it up.

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