God has a sense of humor. I really think that He sits up there, waiting for me to talk, so that He can laugh at me.
I had a tough week regarding two companies for which I worked this week. One of the companies never sent me tax information, so I’ve been avoiding getting my taxes prepared. Turns out that there’s a way around someone who’s being deceitful. Who would’ve thunk it 🙂
The other company frustrates me because they keep doing the same crazy things that drove me away last year. It shouldn’t bother me as much as it does, but I have friends who are affected by the illogical, irrational decisions that are being made. On Thursday, I received an SOS email from a friend who still works there, and I had survivor’s guilt. I actually felt bad for working in a great situation, for having escaped the turmoil.
These things make me ask the question, “why?” Yesterday, I think I may have received one answer.
I got out of work early, and I was craving some Korean food. So, I stopped at my favorite Korean restaurant in South Jersey. The owner and I are facebook friends, so we sat and talked for a while over my cold, spicy buckwheat noodle soup and banchan. After our conversation, I understood another reason that I’ve worked for the last two companies. One of them gave me a love of Korean food and culture. The other caused me to find this restaurant (on my birthday last year) and led to the conversation yesterday.
I cried out to God, “Why?” He smiled and answered me.