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From MTS to MBA

  It was a year ago this week I got a call while sorting out pee at the peepee palace. I had been told of a job as a receptionist that would pay 2 dollars more than I was currently making. However, it was temporary and started the next day. I was hesitant and reluctant, but I said yes.
  A year later, I have moved from receptionist to customer service and have enjoyed every painstaking and agonizing moment of angry customers and the happiness and friendships that have planted and blossomed as well.
  Most people who know me know that I started my masters this past August. It has been a good learning experience and I have enjoyed it. It was a means to further my knowledge of the Church and the RCIA program. It was a great idea, at the time, because more than anything I wanted to be involved with this program and get paid to teach Catholic doctrine.
  But...things have changed. I have changed. I have for the first time in my work history I have been challenged. Working in the corporate world has opened my eyes to a whole new world. And. I. Love. It. I'm even good at it. I have always learned quickly and have always done a damn good job and while trying to do the best I can. Granted, I have a lot of things to learn and a long way to go, but I feel like I could spend the rest of my life doing what I am a doing and moving up the corporate ladder.
  I have made the choice to stop my masters in theology and wait until I marry then pursue my masters of business administration. This decision seems so logical. It was something I didn't think I could do. It was something I never saw for myself, but I feel great about it. And excited. So totally excited.
  If I could ask something of you...prayers. Please. A lot has happened in my life in the last 6 months and a lot, I believe, will happen in the following 12. So prayers as I pursue what God has led me to in finally realizing my talent and desire.
 

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