Grant-funded jobs make up a bulk of the social work career. Grants can last any length of time and be for any number of positions, services, or expertise. My job was one of those grant-funded jobs. Many agencies lose grants, but sometimes grants are long-lasting. My agency had been receiving a grant from the grant organization for almost a decade. They had three different grants that every year the agency would apply for and receive. This year was different. This year the grant never came. My agency reached out to the organization, and the organization stated they never received our grant application.
At this point, I should tell you that 99.9% of the high dollar grant funding organizations complete their grant applications through an online portal so you can watch the process of the application. The grant organization my agency went to was the .1%; they accept grant applications through emails. Safe, reliable, and secure? No.
Now my agency was not going to take it lying down. Our IT department checked and confirmed that the email with all three grant applications was sent and received to their email (aka did not bounce back). Head management went through the grievance process of the grant organization and continues to fight them. In the meantime, my agency couldn’t afford to pay the three positions’ salaries that were funded by the grant, which means that this Friday, after moving over 700 miles for the job, I will be considered unemployed. Great timing with everything right now, but it was not my agency’s fault.
However, this is not the end of my story with this agency. There is more to tell…
After 27.42 years of living in Texas, I moved out of the state. I moved to Kansas City, Missouri. I moved for my new job as a Relationship Advocate. What I really did was move for a girl.
Now I know I shouldn’t move for a girl, that I should have moved for the job and that it’s better to have the stability of the job over the love of a girl. I told myself that I moved for the job. Part of me did. I knew the job was a new experience; it’s a job that is nowhere else in the country. I mean Relationships Advocate; where else can you find a job title like that. My responsibility is to advocate for healthy relationships for youth in a local Kansas City, Missouri, homeless shelter. I left my current job for a better job; it was a win for me.
But damn it! I moved for her. I could not handle being 742 miles away from her anymore. I wanted to be 10 inches away from her. Now this move wasn’t a spur of the moment decision. We had talked about it for a while, and I had planned to wait until January 2020 to move to Kansas City. That way I could spend the holidays with my family. Unfortunately, fate had a different idea. With my grandfather’s death in November, my parents ended up staying in New Jersey and are not planning on coming back to Texas for a few more weeks. It was then that I decided to move out of Texas earlier than expected and start living my life in Missouri.
Today, I start the journey to the rest of my life. Let’s see what happens.
I grew up watching my grandfather take many roles; the goofy ball, the photographer, the mensch, the napper, the father, the disciplinarian, the bicyclist, the book aficionado, and countless others. A month ago, I visited him for what turned out to be the last time, but it was the first time we truly talked to one another. We talked about love and loss, triumph, and failure, but mostly we talked about our family name. From him, the Rosenblum name was passed to my father, who gave it to me, and one day I will pass it to my children. They will know the family history that comes from being a Rosenblum because my grandfather taught me what it meant to be part of the Rosenblum family. To the man facing his death that told everyone, “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina,” I will cry for you, but I will also laugh and live for you. Thank you, Grandpa.
My knowledge of dwarfs involved Snow White, and
as for ogres – there is Shrek! But this book made me see them in a whole new
light. It started out like a tale of the old past but then the author put in
some interesting characters. Cat-like creatures, a sword that I really need to
get and powerful dwarfs got the story moving at a quick pace, and before I knew
it, I was done reading. I was not sure if I would be a fan of fantasy but I was
and happy to found out there are two more. I can’t wait to see what happens
My parents married when my mom was 24, and my dad was 26. I looked up to them as I grew up and had this fantasy in my head that I would be married when I was 24 like my mom and life would be sunshine and rainbows. Well, I’m 26 years old, and I’ve never been married.
When smartphones came out, online dating became easier. The first time I set up an online dating account I was 16. A decade later I am still doing it. My photos and bios on the sites have changed as I grew up and matured. As I evolved so did the dating apps. There’s an app for hook-ups, fetishes, religious partnerships, and affairs. In my desperate attempts to find love and connection that would blossom into a lifetime marriage, I went on them all. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
After being on so many sites at once (upwards of double digits) I got to the point that I needed to step up my game and get serious. I upgraded my Bumble account for a month last August then crossed my fingers. 28 days into my “premium” month I was matched with a girl in Kansas City. I had burned and shot down so many times that I thought ‘What’s the harm in talking to this girl? It would be good practice!’ Little did I know that the 742 miles that separated us would help us to create the best relationship either of us has ever had.
Seven months later I am still talking to that girl. Don’t get me wrong; I love this girl, but the distance is rough with a capital ROUGH! Somehow we make it work. Every day starts with a text to the other person and ends with a video chat. Now don’t start thinking ‘have they even met?’ Yes, we’ve met! She’s met my parents and friends, and I met her friends, and I am scheduled to meet her parents at her brother’s wedding this year. This winter I plan on moving to Kansas City to make a real “go” of the relationship. She is still in graduate school for social work, so her moving is not an option; my life is just easier to move.
Being a stay-at-home-daughter may come to an end this year.