January 2016 and the new year was here. I was signed up and ready to go with the Commit to Get Fit program again. I made sure I got Cole as my trainer, and I now had a new work out partner–my oldest daughter. By the time Commit to Get Fit started, her daughter was just old enough to go to the childcare, so that made it possible for her to come too.
I had gotten spoiled the year before for having Cole all to myself most of the time. This year, we had several people in our group–all of varying ages and abilities. My daughter was definitely the youngest. There was another young mom, and a few ladies that were older than me. The program was also shortened to 8 weeks this go around instead of 12, so that was definitely a disappointment. We were also supposed to weigh in every week, so I felt like we wasted time weighing and using the machine to get our BMI that could’ve been used working out. Still, we had full access to the community center, so my daughter and I came almost every day to work out.
At the end of January, I attended a meeting for work. I and all of the drivers were required to be at this meeting about the future of the company we worked for. I knew something was coming down the pike, but I didn’t know just what yet. In September, Mr. G. had told me that another company was going to “partner” with us. Just what that meant or looked like I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to pry. Also, Mr. G. had made a few trips out of town, so I worked some extra days. I knew these were business trips and that changes were coming.
What we learned was that there was no future. The company had filed for bankruptcy the year before, which we all knew, and now had been sold to a larger company. There were two representatives from the new company at this meeting, Charles and Jeff. Charles was a down to earth country boy from Oklahoma. Jeff was a business snob from the midwest. I soon learned that all these business trips Mr. G. had taken were with Jeff.
We were all told about the new company and that we had 48 hours to fill out a job application online if we were interested in going to work for them. They fed us lunch, and it was a very pleasant meeting. Jeff knew an awful lot about each and every one of us which I found a bit creepy. It was obvious that Mr. G. had spent a substantial about of time with Jeff and telling him about each of us.
As the meeting was winding down, I shook everyone’s hand and thanked them for their time. Jeff said something to me to the effect that Mr. G. had told him how I had “saved the day” more than once. I was grateful that he had heard good things about me and was hopeful that this would help in the hiring process. The next thing he said to me was, “Put your application in and we’ll see where it goes.” I knew right then and there that Jeff had no intention of hiring me.
Even though my friend says that my gut is never wrong, when it tells me these things, I hope against hope that I’m wrong. I went ahead and put in my application and within 24 hours I had a phone call from Jeff saying that they weren’t hiring any part-time people right now but that they might change their mind in 60-90 days–whatever that meant.
I sent a text to Mr. G. that said, “I guess my application didn’t go very far.” I immediately got a phone call from Mr. G. apologizing profusely. I told him that it was ok. I wasn’t looking for a job when I got this one. It was business, and I understood that. These were good words for him to hear, as he had been spewed with anger and hate all week from many people in the office that had lost their jobs as well.
At the first of December I felt like God was telling me that he was going to remove Mr. G. from my life. As I often do when God tells me something I don’t want to hear, I hoped against hope that I had a “hearing” problem–that somehow I got the message wrong. I spent the month of December begging God to not take Mr. G. out of my life. He had been a great support to me the last several months, and I in all my selfishness felt like I still needed that support.
Finally, in January I changed my prayer. I asked God if He was going to remove Mr. G. from my life, for Him to bring someone bigger and better. It was hard for me to imagine that there was anyone better out there, but I knew God could raise someone up.