The morning of the interview I was all ready to go except for double checking the address for the PSR office. I felt pretty good as I walked out the door knowing that I was going to be at least 15 minutes early. As I approached the building it didn't really seem to be what I had expected; it wasn't the office-like atmosphere I had anticipated. However, there was a lady working at the front desk and so I asked her where I might be able to find the PSR director. She directed me to a door leading to a basement. As I stood at the base of the stairs I was confused by the fact that the room was full of what appeared to be several PSR workers and their clients. My surprise and confusion at the scene froze me to my spot near the stairs until suddenly one of the adults in the room turned to me and asked who I was looking for. When I stated that I was looking for the PSR director she said "Oh, you're here for an interview?" So of course I told her I was. She had a look of sympathy on her face and said "Well, you're actually at the wrong place. We come here to work with our clients but this isn't the office." I immediately felt my face getting hot and I was sure it was turning brighter red with every second. "Let me call the director" she said. Thankfully she reached him right away and explained to him that I was there for the interview but said she would direct me to the office. I was grateful that she took the time to call him because at least he knew I wasn't late to my interview for no reason. Still, I was pretty embarrassed.
When I got to the actual office building I was definitely more nervous than I anticipated. As I sat down with the PSR Director and one of the owners of the counseling agency I soon felt a calm come over me. I don't really remember a lot of details of the interview, but I remember that when I left I felt a sense of peace and satisfaction with how it had gone.
As I left the office building I called Brandon to let him know my interview was over and that I was going to come back to Rexburg and attend devotional with him. He promised he would save me a seat. When I found him at the BYU-I Center he gave me a hug and asked me how it had gone. I told him I felt good about it and he reassured me that I was likely to get the job. After devotional we went back to Brandon's apartment and I got to meet his roommates as well as talk to his brother Jared who had just returned from Iraq. Jared having known me from our previous student ward was a little surprised by the news that Brandon and I were dating, but he was supportive and happy for us (which was a definite plus). Around 5pm I reluctantly said my good-byes to Brandon and his friends. He walked me to the car and I could already feel a twinge of sadness at having to say goodbye once again. I couldn't help but hope and pray that this was one of our last goodbyes we had to face.
The following day in the cornfield my boss randomly started to ask me what my plans where as far as finding a job in a field relating to my degree. I decided it was the perfect time to let him know I had actually had an interview the previous day in Idaho Falls and was supposed to hear back by Friday. He was happy to hear that and said he was anxious to hear any updates. I was grateful that he was more happy for me than anything else.
After getting off work by noon again that day I headed in to the office where my mom works to do some filing (which I often did as a part time job to help her out as well as earn some extra money). While I was filing some papers I got a call from the counseling agency offering me the job. I accepted and asked when they would like me to start. They mentioned that they would like me to start the next day. I was a little shocked by that and had to explain that I would need time to move but would be willing to start on Monday. They agreed that would work and we set up a time for my training.
After the conversation I rushed into my mom's office to tell her the news. She was surprised but also happy for me. After I finished filing papers for my mom I rushed home to start packing, feeling excited to tell Brandon. But suddenly it hit me that I also needed to call my boss from the cornfield and fill him in on the situation. When I called my boss I nervously explained that I had been offered the job and reminded him that I had taken the day off Friday to watch my niece Abby. "So I guess today was your last day then" he said in a light tone. "Yeah, I guess so" I replied. I thanked him for being a great boss and for being understanding of the situation. He told me he was happy for me and excited for my new adventure but told me that if I ever needed to come back to the cornfield I would always be welcome.
I was grateful for his reaction to the situation and relieved that I hadn't lost his respect somehow. As I packed up my room and let my friends from work and my singles ward know I was leaving I felt both sadness and anticipation for the journey ahead of me. And though I was sad to leave my friends I was grateful for their support as I jumped feet first into a great adventure, not really knowing how it would all turn out.
When I got to the actual office building I was definitely more nervous than I anticipated. As I sat down with the PSR Director and one of the owners of the counseling agency I soon felt a calm come over me. I don't really remember a lot of details of the interview, but I remember that when I left I felt a sense of peace and satisfaction with how it had gone.
As I left the office building I called Brandon to let him know my interview was over and that I was going to come back to Rexburg and attend devotional with him. He promised he would save me a seat. When I found him at the BYU-I Center he gave me a hug and asked me how it had gone. I told him I felt good about it and he reassured me that I was likely to get the job. After devotional we went back to Brandon's apartment and I got to meet his roommates as well as talk to his brother Jared who had just returned from Iraq. Jared having known me from our previous student ward was a little surprised by the news that Brandon and I were dating, but he was supportive and happy for us (which was a definite plus). Around 5pm I reluctantly said my good-byes to Brandon and his friends. He walked me to the car and I could already feel a twinge of sadness at having to say goodbye once again. I couldn't help but hope and pray that this was one of our last goodbyes we had to face.
The following day in the cornfield my boss randomly started to ask me what my plans where as far as finding a job in a field relating to my degree. I decided it was the perfect time to let him know I had actually had an interview the previous day in Idaho Falls and was supposed to hear back by Friday. He was happy to hear that and said he was anxious to hear any updates. I was grateful that he was more happy for me than anything else.
After getting off work by noon again that day I headed in to the office where my mom works to do some filing (which I often did as a part time job to help her out as well as earn some extra money). While I was filing some papers I got a call from the counseling agency offering me the job. I accepted and asked when they would like me to start. They mentioned that they would like me to start the next day. I was a little shocked by that and had to explain that I would need time to move but would be willing to start on Monday. They agreed that would work and we set up a time for my training.
After the conversation I rushed into my mom's office to tell her the news. She was surprised but also happy for me. After I finished filing papers for my mom I rushed home to start packing, feeling excited to tell Brandon. But suddenly it hit me that I also needed to call my boss from the cornfield and fill him in on the situation. When I called my boss I nervously explained that I had been offered the job and reminded him that I had taken the day off Friday to watch my niece Abby. "So I guess today was your last day then" he said in a light tone. "Yeah, I guess so" I replied. I thanked him for being a great boss and for being understanding of the situation. He told me he was happy for me and excited for my new adventure but told me that if I ever needed to come back to the cornfield I would always be welcome.
I was grateful for his reaction to the situation and relieved that I hadn't lost his respect somehow. As I packed up my room and let my friends from work and my singles ward know I was leaving I felt both sadness and anticipation for the journey ahead of me. And though I was sad to leave my friends I was grateful for their support as I jumped feet first into a great adventure, not really knowing how it would all turn out.
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