Every year just before Thanksgiving, I receive from several friends, the same e-card. It’s an animated cartoon of a turkey with a large afro, dancing on a stage belting out I Will Survive into a microphone. The character’s name is Gloria Gobbler, after the singer of the original version, Gloria Gaynor. Its an anthem heard at most clubs towards the end of the evening, particularly at gay clubs. It’s cute and a nice Thanksgiving wish from friends who’ve outgrown the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special on TV; I’m not one of those who has outgrown it but I digress.
This year I found myself humming that very song after I received a phone call from a national company I’d interviewed with last week. I am now employed. Or at, I will be the Monday after Thanksgiving. This call couldn’t have come at a better time.
Before I’d answered the phone call offering me the job, I was packing. Because I was unemployed and my lease was up, I was moving back in with my parents. I didn’t know how long that relocation would last, and I was deeply thankful that they have a home large enough for me and that I wouldn’t at all be a burden on them. But getting that phone call this afternoon really put a spring in my step, knowing that somewhere around mid-February I’ll start looking for my own apartment again.
Allow me this happiness as I revel in being employed again, to count my blessings several days before I sit down to a feast next Thursday. I’m blessed to have parents I get along with, who have helped me through these two months of unemployment, with their words of encouragement and a few extra bucks slipped my way. I’m thankful my friends allowed me to vent my frustrations while I pounded the pavement in search of work.
And I’m thankful the Lions are having a winning season that will be on televised for the annual Green Bay versus Detroit Thanksgiving Day game. Dear Lord, remind Matt Stafford to feel thankful for still being starting QB for the Lions after last week's disasterous game.
Today’s daily lie: At first I was afraid, I was petrified…
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