I went into my second day of work with one hour of sleep under my belt. Shortly after my phone call with Mr. G., he sent me a text reiterating everything he had said to me on the phone. I kept reminding myself that hurting people hurt people. I could not imagine how this whole experience of the past several months must’ve been for Mr. G. Three hours later I got another text taking back some of what he had said–mostly anything that could be considered slander against his former employer. He did not take back anything hateful he said about me personally.
I was devastated and had no idea how I was going to make it through the day. Unfortunately, I had about a 20 minute drive to work, which was just enough time to think about the events of the night before. I walked in the door sniffling, and my boss, Mr K., asked me if I had a cold coming on.
Once I got situated, I went into Mr. K.’s office and gave him a Reader’s Digest version of what had happened the night before. I told him that I thought it would be a good idea if the number on the phone was changed since a lot of the drivers and probably Mr. G.’s friends already had it pre-programmed into their phones. Mr. K. called Charles about the matter and I heard, “. . . she’s very upset about the way Mr. G. treated her.”
Before the day was even over, I got a text from one of Mr. G’s friends. I ignored it. Mr. K. and I went online and tried to change the number, but we were not allowed access. I stopped by the cell phone store on the way home and tried to get the number changed. I personally was not listed on the account, so I was not able to do so.
I went home that evening physically and emotionally exhausted. I had huge doubts about accepting this job, and a very bad feeling about it once I did accept it. Was this what the bad feelings were all about?
I was concerned about it being a strain on the family. I knew we could make it through the summer, but my main concern was the fall once school started. We would have to make some huge changes to our homeschool. Every negative concern that I had about taking the position, my husband had a solution for. I reluctantly accepted the job after he convinced me that we could “make it work.” Moments after I called Charles and accepted the job, my husband walked in the front door and said, “I think maybe it would be better if you just stayed home.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I told him if I wasn’t going to take the job that I needed to call Charles back right that moment and tell him. That phone call was never made, and at this moment I was truly regretting it.
A friend loves at all times . . . Proverbs 17:17a