Just so ya know, it’s kind of a big deal.

Have you ever known you were right where you were supposed to be right when you were supposed to be there? Like that moment was planned and there was never a chance that it wouldn’t have happened? I’ve been there briefly a time or two. Lately it’s just a continual feeling. Things are CLICKIN’, y’all.    

I want to tell you guys about my job. This  could get long. Sorry if I can’t be succinct. Let’s start with this time a year ago. I was in my last semester of college and interviewing for jobs like crazy to no avail. Either they didn’t want me or I didn’t want them and I didn’t go spend a butt-load of money on college to have ANOTHER job I hate. So, when graduation day came around, I was unemployed for the first time since I was fifteen.    

Sister, Dad and Tina and me in Drew's cap and gown

 

I cleaned houses, I detailed cars, I spent nothing and sold everything. I worked temporary jobs, too. I cried and stressed. I prayed about it, of course, and KNEW God was going to take care of me but the control freak in me hated not knowing the plan. I don’t do well with uncertainty.    

Then, at the end of February, Caitlin, a college friend, called and told me that the co-op where she worked was in need of a feedmill foreman. I went and interviewed IMMEDIATELY and was hired right away on the basis that I had a driver’s license and no felonies. I felt so special. The mill (where I made livestock feed) was really hard work (manual labor) in extreme elements.  I busted my butt and loved it, though, because even though I didn’t make much at all, it was at least dependable income. I worked there happily taking a break from job searching for a few months. All the while I knew I was slacking off by not continuing to look for something else but I found job searching to be utterly depressing. At one point, Larry (my mom’s man-friend of the last 15 years) made a sarcastic comment about my college education really working out for me and I FUHLIPPED straight out on him. That’s when I had to admit that it was bothering me, too.    

 So, what was my plan of action? Pray and believe and realize that I didn’t have to do anything. I could ask God to show me and to make it quick and if I believed he would, then why wouldn’t he? That was over the weekend. On Monday, my boss, whom I adored, announced that he was quitting. Okay, I had to admit that even freaked me out.  A few days later, the office manager of FORTY years announced she was leaving. That was my cue to get off that sinking ship. I knew what management was going to do with those two leaving and I knew I didn’t want any part of it. My manager tried to hire me to run his new office in Kansas but that didn’t feel right (Leave my lovey? No, thanks.). So, by this point, I pretty much figured out that I was just going to chill until God slapped me upside the head with it because I sure couldn’t find anything.    

The timing is a little fuzzy for me on this part, but at some point within a few weeks, Larry called and told me that he knew a lobbyist who was looking for an employee and gave me the guy’s number. Now, we need to go back all the way to 2002 and my senior year of high school when I served as a page in the State House. That’s when I knew that I was way, way, way, oddly more interested in politics than most people. Especially high school seniors. So, I decided to major in political science. I enjoyed my classes and had one professor several times. He talked to me about becoming a lobbyist and I thought it sounded extremely interesting, but, by the time I completed my associate’s degree, I had heard that a liberal arts degree was basically worthless in landing a job. That kept me from wanting to pursue poli sci anymore (plus the other people in that degree were a bunch of goofy-looking, arrogant know-it-alls and I was tired of them). But, I didn’t know what else I wanted to do, either. So, I went to work full-time in banking. After a few years of that crap I decided to go back to college. When I went to my advising session, I was referred to Shelly Sitton (thank God) and she talked me into doing ag comm by mentioning that some of their graduates had become lobbyists. For my first summer internship, I went to Washington, D.C. and worked for Sen. Inhofe.    

Summer, 2008

 

Are you starting to see why Larry thought I should probably call this lobbyist he knew?    

So, I did and we set up an appointment. I will spare you all the drug-out details and back-and-forth of the hiring process, but at the beginning of July, I was offered and accepted a job as a lobbyist. I’ve only been working for them for about a month and a half now, but I can already tell you that it’s my kind of gig. I haven’t been too busy yet because of the time of year but I can already tell that I’m going to find the work THRILLING. Really. I know, I’m weird. Plus, my bosses are great. I love it. (edited to add the bolded sentence) And guess what…the man who hired me told me that he did so because he figured if I could work at a feedmill in July, I must have a pretty good work ethic. 

 So, now you’re thinking, “but Heather, you live in Stillwater and the Capitol is in OKC. Are you going to drive that far everyday?” I was thinking about doing that because Spencer was planning on being here in Stillwater but I couldn’t decide what to do. Any ideas I had bugged me. So, once again, I prayed about it. Guess what? Spencer is probably going to take a job doing what he wants to do in OKC now. So, that would take care of that, wouldn’t it?    

Anyway, I just had to share all the crazy small details so y’all could understand how long ago things started happening to get me to this time of my life. I don’t know what else to say about it except PRAISE THE LORD!

4 thoughts on “Just so ya know, it’s kind of a big deal.

  1. Jessica

    LOVE the concept of “you worked at a feedmill in July, so you must have a good work ethic.”

    Agriculture at work – in more ways than one!

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  2. Carla

    You had me at crawdads in my sink as that was how it was at my greatgrandmothers with an occassional bobcat or turtle. Found you from the Tulsa Blog Meetup! Carla

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    1. heatherok

      Carla, glad you checked it out! We Okies can be a little unpredictable when it comes to wildlife…haha. I’ve found the best (funniest) thing to blog about is livestock and wildlife. Unfortunately I’m living in town and have neither right now so I have to do things like trap crawdads on the weekends to get my fix. LOL This is a new blog so it’s great to be reaching people like you. Thanks!

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