A Promotional Post
Well, it’s official. The Deaf Jedi has been promoted. That’s right, starting May 15 I will be a part-time supervisor at UPS. No more slinging packages for me!
I had my formal interview this Wednesday, and at the end the district manager (or supervisor) who interviewed me told me that I was in the pool. That was my only goal throughout this process, to at the very least have my name in the pool before the wedding. And then tonight my full-time supervisor (UPS has three levels in an employee’s “chain of command” — a part-time supervisor, a full-time supervisor, and then a manager) came to talk to me and told me that I would be promoted within the next two weeks, and then only because we had to get our belt squared away first. To promote me now would have been to leave my belt shorthanded.
But at the end of the night, my part-time supervisor (my immediate super) told me to go upstairs, because the Godfather was going to make me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Yes, he actually did say that.
Anyway, I went upstairs and I was offered the position, and it did not take me more than 5 seconds to say yes! God has shined His grace on me tonight!
I will not miss slinging packages. I will miss the exercise it gave me. I will not miss the horrible attitudes and behavior from certain co-workers. I will miss them personally, as I became friends with each and developed strong relationships with some of them. Shane knows what I’m talkin’ ’bout. I will deeply regret losing opportunities to witness to them, especially certain people on the belt. But I remain confident that God’s word will not return to him void.
I am just floored at the providence of God. This promotion came just as I was beginning to worry about money. Now I will not need to worry about money for a good while, especially considering I am on the Dave Ramsey plan. On the contrary, God has chosen this moment, just over a full month before my wedding, to enlarge my estate. I spent the entire shuttle ride back to the parking lot fighting tears of praise to God and suppressing the overwhelming desire to just start singing boldly to the Lord. I was able to get to my car and have a “prayer closet” moment just for that!
I want to take a moment to thank all you readers who have prayed for me, especially my church, Louisville Baptist Deaf Church and Timmy Brister, who both personally prayed for me in the 24 hours immediately preceding my interview. I thank my family for being supportive and prayerful, and for embarrassing me constantly by needlessly bragging to their friends. Here’s more fodder for ya, folks!
Now, in the immortal words of Mr. Frank “Centuri0n” Turk’s son: