Recently I have been asked several times if I missed having
a day job or IT in general. I thought I would write a post about it since it’s
been a while since the last update.
My IT Career was from Sept of 99 to Nov 2015. God only knows
if/when it starts back again if ever. I divide in my mind into 3 phases.
1)
Bank Pt 1: Y2K-May 2005
2)
Bank Pt 2: Halloween 2005-August 2010
3)
Manufacturing: August 2010- Nov 2015
By the time I left work on Monday Nov 30th 2015 I
had all 9 of these things going on.
I don’t blame the job I had at the time as I was like that
before I even started there. Part of the hope of leaving the bank was that a
change of scenery may help invigorate my career and restore my love of all
things IT. Instead I completed my Masters of Arts in Christian Studies. God
knew His plan for me even when I didn’t.
Now that I’ve been out for 18 months I have people ask me if
I miss it. I think that’s best answered by first telling a story.
A few weeks ago, it was me and all the kids riding in the
van to CVS to pick up some medicine for Sam. I ran in to get what I needed
quickly and get back out. Trying to go into any place with 4 kids is a
challenge. Trying to go into a place that sells toys/candy is much more so. Sam
hadn’t been feeling good for the last hour or so.
I get the medicine get back in the van. We are riding back
home down the gourmet mile (Madison Blvd) and Sam starts crying “Water! Water!”
quickly followed by an impressive amount of vomiting. His last meal prior to
this had largely consisted of blueberries. This has dyed the contents of his stomach
into a purplish red so it looks like he is vomiting blood. I have nothing
resembling a bucket to hand him. Madison starts freaking out since she doesn’t
like vomit. The panic causes both Anna and Lucas to get upset as well. I’m
about 5 minutes from home so there’s no real point in stopping and trying to
clean him up. That was a very long 5 minutes.
I get home and Madison and Anna flee from the van. I have to
leave Sam in there since he and the surrounding areas are covered in blueberry
puke. I put Lucas in the high chair in the kitchen and give him some cheerios.
I go back and get Sam out and get him to the tub. I hose him down and bath him
good and get him his medicine. I put
Lucas down for a nap. I have all his clothes peeled off and in the washing
machine. After his bath, I rest him on the couch and bleach the trail across
the house left by our trek to the bathroom. I also bleach the tub (an almost
weekly occurrence here) and then I start cleaning the van. First I have to
remove all the items in the floor board (a lot) and see which I could salvage
and which I had to dispose of. I had to take apart the car seat and wash the
parts I could wash and Lysol the rest. I scrubbed the seat clean and the
carpets as best I could. I finally give the whole van a healthy dose of Lysol not
wanting this stomach bug to spread any further (PTL it did not!). I come inside
exhausted and hoping for a few minutes of rest on the couch. Lucas wakes up
from his afternoon nap at this point. No rest for me until everyone is in bed
about 4-5 hours later.
I tell this to document what was a very difficult day. I was
not cheery or happy during any of that. I was exhausted and frustrated. Yet,
never once did it even cross my mind that I would rather have been at work at
any of the places I had worked in the past doing IT. Not once.
To answer the question. No, I don’t miss it. I’m home.
Pastor Glen
