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Chronicles of Dan v2.0

A universalizing meta-narrative made anew

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Online Training

In order to begin my shadowing period at Chik-Fil-A, I must complete a rigorous battery of video watching and testing. The concept intrigues me. On one hand, I feel like they are essentially getting free work hours by having me do this on my free time. On the other, I know how flippant other food service venues can be about their training. At the very least, Chik will know that I've seen all the videos and that they will be reinforced in the shadowing process.

Signed up for classes today, waitlisted on two others that I would've preferred to get in. Only two this time, to see how I'll do with my schedule in Chik-Fil-A, Grace Extension, and youth group. My pastimes have already taken the brunt of loss in this season of my life. I resigned as an officer in World of Warcraft and will most probably cancel my and Jessica's subscription soon. D&D may soon follow, depending on how my schedule with Chik works out (40 hours fit into evenings are not a simple task).

I feel inspired by a victory in a friend's life. A wise man, he has saved a significant amount of money and is going to finish paying off his college debt soon. This is a mighty feat in this day and age, one I hope to imitate. It is a positive envy, not wishing him to be placed back in debt, but a desire to join him in a debt-less (or lessened) freedom. I will have to set up a new budget soon.

Today has not gone very successfully. Tomorrow I will act with firmer diligence. The sooner I finish this training, the sooner I am able to start getting paid.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Young Adults

It is bizarre, looking at my life. I have such a wretched tendency to avoid maturity. Throughout college, throughout marriage, throughout seminary, I continue in my childish manner. I play WoW and other assorted video games. I am lax in my bible readies and devotionals. My hygiene is lackluster as I'm sure my wife will most readily attest. Even the very thing I think I should devote my entire life to, the acquisition and teaching of biblical and theological knowledge, I procrastinate and care little about.

My life has been a sad tale due to my immaturity. My friendships weaken. My marriage tenses. My work relationships are strained. My house relationships (as I currently live and have lived in another man's home) are always just on the brink of confrontation. I spend half my life pretending that I'm a responsible adult and the other half shirking those very same responsibilities.

The future is terrifying. For the first time in my recollection, I will be employed full time at a position in Chik-Fil-A Mentor. For the first time, I feel inspired, concerned over my performance. If I succeed, I will be a stable bread winner for my family, a successful adult in at least one fashion. If I fail, I will most probably get fired, or worse, eke out an existence of self-loathing and job-loathing. I have another job, working as a teacher in a homeschool program. If I succeed, children shall know about biology, physical science, and logic. If I fail, they will be unprepared for their future education.

Adulthood is responsibility, serious business. Success and Failure are grand things, real potentialities. There is no one to hold my hand, no one to let me slip by if I don't do well enough. Real life, real consequences. God save me. At least I have a life interesting enough to write about again.