After spending hours of filling out applications, preparing presentations for a committee including the mayor, taking two full days off work to participate in a fitness test, and an interview, we just found out that the city of Lindon is giving the job to another candidate. We are, to say the least just a little bit disappointed. Not only was it a huge effort on Nicks part to prepare for such an ordeal, I really hate to admit that I had my hopes set pretty high. I would be lying if I said i wasn't disappointed... I was after all in the process of finding a little patch of heaven (conveniently not so far from mom and dad) where we could finally settle down in "Happy Valley" suburbia. It would have been so nice to be able to drift into a peaceful slumber at night, not having to worry about the crack dealer up the street, or going to Macy's and running into the latest convicted felon. I am really trying to be patient about this, and I am trying to remember all that stuff about "everything happens in its own time," and "maybe it just wasn't meant to be".... yeah yeah yeah... maybe I'm just not in the mood to hear that right now. I know it is going to take some time, and a lot of hard work, but I sure hope God opens that window that has been stuck for quite some time (more like painted shut!) I know that eventually something will come our way... right? I mean it has to, we won't be stuck in this "lovely" neighborhood forever... will we? I guess I should of known what I was getting myself into being a cops wife and all. I just didn't realized that every time we would enter a Walmart we would be playing and endless game of frogger with people Nick has arrested. Oh the life of cop. This is just a little of what our life consists of... neighbors ringing the door bell at all hours in hopes that Nick can help with this or that, endless court dates, late nights working, extra shifts to pay the bills, never getting quite enough sleep, and being constantly woken up by dispatch, having to learn 10 code just to communicate on the phone, getting really good at reading every one's licence plate numbers, waking up in a panic when I realize he is two hours late getting home, watching any cop show by myself because he cant stand how fake and dramatized it all is, never ever answering the door when he isn't home, hearing Kaylee say "daddy eats bad guys for breakfast," and never having a normal 9-5 work schedule. Its pretty chaotic, but that's our life.
I know that one day we will eventually make it to the "promised land," (somewhere in Utah county) but until that day I guess I will just have to practice a little more Patience!
Thanks for listening to me vent!
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