Once I thought I was gifted, bright, intelligent, special (everyone wants to be special). I never thought I was beautiful. Now I have a job that requires little academic finesse (and I am more and more convinced that I was never a true academic or I would have succeeded in that arena) but instead requires one to be constantly in front of the eyes of others. Being a wife is extremely humbling as is this current position for very similar reasons. Although, a cook at work said, “You are pretty Karen but there are many girls prettier than you. We like you because you aren’t a punta.” Thank you . . .? And last week he reinforced it, “You aren’t beautiful like (insert name (why insert name?)) but you have good character and you aren’t stupid.” So there’s that :0)- Do people at work know I love Jesus? They know I’m a Christian, but what does being religious actually have to do with anything. Besides with the cooks, I haven’t really gotten to talk much about what Jesus actually means, which is everything.
Oh my goodness, though. I have a really funny work story today. I don't usually share work stories, but it all happened in Spanish. One of the cooks was naughty with one of the former employees, whose husband came in with a knife looking for him one day. So, today someone called in and the manager handed me the phone and said, "He wants to speak to someone who speaks Spanish, I don't know who it is." I said hello and he said, "Who is working in the kitchen today. Tell me their names." I passed that message to the manager who obviously said, "Don't tell him! It's probably someone's angry husband!" I said I didn't know who was in today, sorry. They said, "I will be in later then. goodbye." ominous. I told that cook and he was a bit nervous. An hour later, right as I was leaving, one of the cooks ran in saying, "Did Karen give you my message, that I would be in late!" haha. Total miscommunication. He wanted to know their names in order to pass the message to one of them and when I wouldn't give the names - he gave me the message, he would be in "mas tarde" later. ha. Apparently he had told the manager his name, but she didn't understand so when I got the phone, he already thought I knew who I was talking to!
Tomorrow is Matt’s 30th birthday. Wow. I got him a cool present from Eastern Market, which he may or may not get since I walked in to a stove, counter, sink full of dirty unrinsed dishes from he and his visiting brother’s apparently huge breakfast! Anyways, my husband is 30, we have an apartment, jobs, insurance, oh, so many answers to prayer in these first three months of marriage.
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