In the past 96+ hours, my mind has been racing about my purpose in life. I don't know what my purpose really is, but I know I have one. I've been giving it some thought - what my purpose could be. And that sometimes, life takes detours to get to your destination. It's all confusing. I just know right now that one of my possible purposes in life is one I don't want. I won't get into specifics on this blog on that one. Those that know what's really going on in my life will understand. I just wonder if I'm strong enough to handle the job God has in store for me if it comes to that.

I'm still looking for a job in Atlanta. That is my goal. That is my dream. I look online every day and submit resumes to the jobs I feel qualified for. I pray God gives me a job, soon. However, as part as my purpose, I feel like I haven't gotten a job yet because I still have some business to attend to here in Savannah. I will say that the search is frustrating. It's annoying to pull up a job that's listed under 0-2 years experience and then the description asks for 5+ years experience working with some software. I get excited for a job, but then I deflate to know I'm not qualified. I know there's a job for me out there. And as to why I'm looking to Atlanta, well, it's because it's a whole 'nother world, yet close to home. It's what nearly everyone here in Savannah does. I need change and Atlanta brings it to me.

Yesterday, I went to the DMV to transfer a title of one my father's truck. I'm taking joint ownership of it. That was such a pleasant experience. The woman had an attitude. I had gone to the DMV last week to handle the transfer. I had the power of attorney, my mother's death certificate, and the title. Originally, I was just going to take full ownership, but then we decided I'd just take 50% of the truck. When I went last week, I was told I needed a copy of my dad's driver's license. So, this week, I go back with a copy. And when I explained my situation to the lady, she got snippy. One problem she had was my mother's name on her death certificate. Because my mother's maiden name was not listed under her full name slot, but her maiden name slot on her certificate, there was no way this wasn't going to work, in her eyes. That she didn't know what the K in my mother's name listed on the title meant, so it will get rejected. I kept showing her it meant her maiden name, which is on the certificate. And it's not like my mother's the only woman that signed her name first name, maiden initial, last name. My friend Lindsey does it. But, because my mother's maiden name was in one box instead of another box, this woman was a bitch. She kept trying to avoid doing the paperwork. She also kept telling me that if I continued, I may never be able to title a car in the state of Georgia again until I clear the situation with this truck title. I said I'd take care of it when and if that happens. When she realized I wasn't going to budge on the name issue, she started telling me that because I was signing on my father's behalf, I couldn't sign on my behalf and was still trying to not work on the title transfer. I pulled out a paper I got last week and had Nicki with me. I told her I was explained this issue last week and had it all ready. I knew I couldn't sign for myself, so here's my sister to sign for me. I knew it was a difficult request, but attitude makes all the difference. If you don't like your job, find another one. A pleasant personality would have made my adventure at the DMV much better than it was. Nicki wanted to smack that woman.

However, the DMV trip was just an example of my purpose in life. I honestly don't think my other siblings could have handled the pressure of it. I love them, but that's the truth. And since my mother died, my purpose has been to help my family, especially my father. But now, it's my time to move on and start living my own life. And that's why I want to move to Atlanta. May it be soon!

[♪ Listening to: "Black Balloon" - Goo Goo Dolls]

Posted by Shawn at February 12, 2008 1:19 PM in General.