Going for my B.A.

Before anyone is going to pat me on the back, I will tell you what BA stands for: Bakery Assistant!
The learning curve will be steep, because I never even ran a till. Now I am expected to decorate donuts, slice meat for the deli, make subs, serve coffee and tea, make pizzas and wash the dishes. All of which I have done before as a mother.

I was looking for a suitable p/t job, and came across a hand written note in an out of the way place: Help Wanted. I felt strongly that I had to phone about it. You know, one of those times when the Lord lays something on your heart, and it is disobedience when you don't. I called the lady, but she had no time to talk on the phone. Later, over a cup of her tea she explained the requirements, and I accepted, though it sounded overwhelming. I figured I did not have to learn everything in one day.

So here I am, starting a whole new career. In my mind I have already set up shop for myself in Irricana:)  I'm decorating the place, and dreaming about selling my pocket bread. My back aches, but if Moses could start a new career at 80, I can, too. He was called, and I feel called as well. And I'm not even 80 yet!