Once again I am in the throes of unemployment, because the Cabanatuan Job has officially ended.  Well, it ended a couple of weeks ago, but I decided to use those glorious two weeks to run errands, to meet up with my friends and to catch up on my sleep. 

But now I’m all antsy again because the cash I earned from a month and a half of laboring is fast depleting.  I need a job, soon.  Maybe I should be more specific this time: I need a job in the hospital of my choice as a staff nurse, okay? 

I’m thinking that I can’t really complain about my current situation, because come on, God grants what’s asked of Him.  A couple of months ago I was wailing for a job, any job and whaddayaknow, a job just happened to fall into my lap.  It was fairly easy enough, I got paid, I got to experience tons of things that I wouldn’t have experienced otherwise and I got to learn many a valuable lesson out of those eight weeks.  It was exactly what I asked for so I can’t really complain now, could I? 

So now I am formally asking God to please, if it wouldn’t be that big of an inconvenience, to give me a job in the hospital of my choice as a nurse.  Or as a company nurse somewhere, if that’s His will.  I just need/want a job related to what I took up in school, that pays. 

At this point I know that I need cash and it’s too much of a burden to keep leaning on my parents financially.  A job essentially symbolizes freedom for me, freedom financially, freedom from curfew, just freedom in the most basic sense. 

So I want it, I need it. 

Please include this girl’s employment in your prayers, if ever you do pray to anyone, thanks.