I have worked at my job for almost 15 years. In that entire time, I have NEVER done a bone head thing like I did yesterday evening. My co-worker had gone home sick earlier in the day, which just left me to work the front counter. Part of our duties each night is to count down the drawer and then put the cash and checks into a blue zippered and locking bag before dumping it into the vault. I had finished the count and had just walked up to the counter to put the cash and checks into said bag, when a customer walked up. This one, a particulary annoying one. He never has a completed application when he comes in (even though they are available on line) and spends 10 minutes filling one out (if he doesn't talk, which he seems to enjoy doing). After waiting for him to fill it out and fertively glancing at the clock as the minutes counted down to 5pm, I discovered that I couldn't take is application after all. He did not have a complete package to submit. Relieved, I starting putting things away and getting ready to clock out and go home. Another Monday behind me.
This morning, my supervisor went to open the vault to get the money bag for us to do the morning count and the deposit. No money bag in the vault. I thought, "Oh. I just put it in the bag and stuck it in the drawer." I went over to the drawer where the money bag resides during the day and to my absolute horror, I saw it. I had set the cash and checks down on the printer table. At first, I was (as I said) horrified; but then I realized something. IT WAS STILL THERE. $350.00 in cash and checks in excess of $22,000...STILL THERE. I began to praise God right then and there. Our area is not a secure area. There are cleaning people and security guards that walk through all evening long. Someone could have easily pocketed that cash and just walked away.
God works wonders. He works miracles. If that money (cash and/or checks) had turned up missing, I would have been booted out and the money taken out of my paltry salary. God is so faithful in seeing to our needs. He knows I need my job and so protected what I had been so careless with. He made blind those that would have seen and taken it.
Thank You, God for protecting me and that money. And please help me to NEVER do anything like that again.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Divine Lunacy Bids Prince Davy Farewell...
"I wanna be free. Like the bluebirds flying by me; like the waves out on the blue sea. If your love has to tie me; don't try me. Say goodbye." When he sang that to me, I knew he wasn't ready for my love. I was sad, but I understood. I could wait. Soon, he would see; I was the one for him and he was the one for me.
Then I heard "I'll be true to you, yes I will. Every dream that you have, I'll fulfill. I never promised this to anyone before, but I'll be true to you, yes I will." I knew our time had come. I knew that he would wait for me. I knew that when I reached the tender age of 18, we would magically meet and live happily ever after. It was 1967. I was nine. And "he" was Davy Jones, Monkee extrodinaire. I loved Davy. He was the cute one. The one from that far off exotic place called London, England.
Davy was my first "Rock N Roll" super crush and the first person to break my heart. When I was 11, I read in 16 Magazine that he had married. I couldn't believe it. He was supposed to wait for me! How could he have done this?
Many years later, MTV showed reruns of the show. And my crush returned. Later that same year, I was fortunate enough to go to their reunion concert. He wasn't quite what he had been in 1967, but it was 1986, so who was? The show was wonderful. Watching the three of them (Mike of the green knit cap was conspicuously absent) clowning around and making jokes between songs was kind of like watching an episode of their show. They were and are great showmen.
Upon hearing the news of Davy's passing, I didn't weep great salt-crocodile tears, but I was a bit sad. Thank you, Davy, for all the years that you spent entertaining us. For being "the cute one". For breaking my little girl's heart and teaching me a lesson in reality. Rest in peace, Davy Jones...we will miss you.
Then I heard "I'll be true to you, yes I will. Every dream that you have, I'll fulfill. I never promised this to anyone before, but I'll be true to you, yes I will." I knew our time had come. I knew that he would wait for me. I knew that when I reached the tender age of 18, we would magically meet and live happily ever after. It was 1967. I was nine. And "he" was Davy Jones, Monkee extrodinaire. I loved Davy. He was the cute one. The one from that far off exotic place called London, England.
Davy was my first "Rock N Roll" super crush and the first person to break my heart. When I was 11, I read in 16 Magazine that he had married. I couldn't believe it. He was supposed to wait for me! How could he have done this?
Many years later, MTV showed reruns of the show. And my crush returned. Later that same year, I was fortunate enough to go to their reunion concert. He wasn't quite what he had been in 1967, but it was 1986, so who was? The show was wonderful. Watching the three of them (Mike of the green knit cap was conspicuously absent) clowning around and making jokes between songs was kind of like watching an episode of their show. They were and are great showmen.
Upon hearing the news of Davy's passing, I didn't weep great salt-crocodile tears, but I was a bit sad. Thank you, Davy, for all the years that you spent entertaining us. For being "the cute one". For breaking my little girl's heart and teaching me a lesson in reality. Rest in peace, Davy Jones...we will miss you.
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