That’s not to say I am bad, though.
“Good” is a relative term, and so without some specific context, I am not inclined to use it with regard to myself. At least, not with the kind of contextless context I have come to expect – like a one page resume.
Let’s get into this.
I am honest. I have high standards of excellence. I value loyalty. I am sensitive to the feelings and needs of others.
How am I doing so far? Am I a standout applicant yet?
Am I the best and most qualified applicant for the position?
Probably not. I really just don’t compete. If there are ten other qualified applicants, I am sure half or more are younger, faster, maybe even smarter. Half of them are more dedicated.
I am a rather needy person.
I need time – let me say that again. I need t – i – m – e to learn the ropes. I need your patience. I need it explained again. And if the job is fast-paced, I will likely take even longer to learn it.
How am I doing now?
I got my education in Bible, not rocket-surgery. How many jobs are there where that is required or desired? I have an AA degree in … in … well, technically, it’s “manufacturing,” but really, it’s electronics – sorta, and was my local school’s answer to windmill maintenance. I graduated top of both programs, but the electronics degree… well… that’s just not me. I couldn’t set the clock on your VCR (don’t tell the young’uns what a VCR is).
But if you put the patience into the investment with me, eventually, you will find me to be a star on your team. It’s happened before, and I am sure it can again. I am especially strong as a partner, a teammate with one or two others. I can be the team leader, but solitude is like Kryptonite to me.
I need enough money to pay the mortgage and keep my kids fed, but honestly… I hate money. I really don’t want any. IF I could find a gig where I got my needs met and a few simple comforts too, I could probably be so much more happy without a paycheck. But where do you get that deal?
I mean, think of working in a family business 100 years ago in most any city or village. You have two or three brothers and sisters working along with your parents, possibly aunts and uncles and cousins too (if it’s a really big operation). You live in the same house or neighboring houses, likely on the same plot of land. You eat meals together – nearly all of them. You order a few needful things out of the Sears catalog (don’t explain that to the young’uns either), and so what do you need a paycheck for?
I could be happy like that. But the world practically won’t allow it now.
I mean, who writes a resume in that gig? You get promoted, if that is even a thing, when your grandpa dies, your dad dies, and/or your oldest brother dies.
But look at the stability of that life! Where are all the homeless encampments?
I don’t want to overstate it, but when you contrast it with modern life, there’s little or no divorce, you share the bath water with the siblings in good times and bad, and everyone shares the burdens and blessings together. No one thinks of you as an “employee” at all. You are brother or uncle and to a few maybe Dad, but you are in practically no danger of being fired or laid off EVER. You learn a set of skills, and over time you become very good at them. The whole community comes to rely on you and your family for the service you provide. And your reputation is not merely yours earned, but yours both earned and received as a gift.
I like to think I could fit in that gig very well, if given the chance.
But they don’t offer that deal at McDonalds or Walmart.
So, I am a street minister giving away my services to those who cannot pay or hold down a job or at least a living instead. And I am not a very good employee.