ON: a chilly November day
IN: San Francisco
W/: the grace of God
The other day I went to this make-your-own pizza spot. For whatever reason, I noticed two of the workers in particular; they were wearing the same uniform, but I suspected one to be the manager, I will call him Mr. Manager. The Other Guy, I had not seen before. Both were about the same height, wore the same uniform, and had the same task.
The pizza spot was crowded. And the kitchen was understaffed. The line was spilling out of the building.
Mr. Manager (MM) was on sauce and cheese. The Other Guy (TOG) was on meats and veggies. MM, the ladel, and the tomato sauce were one, as he perfectly covered the circumference of the pizza dough in sauce. 10/10 execution. He seemed to be looking at me as he did this — he apologized for the wait. He asked me how my Wednesday was. We discussed some current events and restaurant updates— him very kind, me forgetting that I am even in line.
“He will help you with the rest of your toppings,” MM passed my pizza to TOG, and turned his attention to the next customer.
TOG had a glassy expression on his face, completely unengaged. I watched him finish with the person ahead of me in line.
Person ahead of me: “And I’ll have some green peppers.”
TOG: * takes an entire handful of green peppers and piles them like a green Mount Everest resting in the center of the misshapen pizza*
Then, TOG turns to me. I quickly, cautiously, scan the toppings only for things I would like in sweltering abundance.
I make it through the line with an alarming amount of bacon, a sparse amount of spinach, and the perfect amount of sauce and cheese.
The point of this reflection is not to judge TOG, but to inspire by the actions of MM.
Imagine being so good at whatever you do that you can make a disgruntled law student (who has been waiting Way Too Long for $8 pizza) forget that she’s even waiting. Imagine being able to brighten someones day so much, in just 60 seconds, that they write their first blog post about you. I mean — wow.
Okay, let’s get to the meat of this (no pun intended).
I received an email today from a mentor that started with. . .
“I want to set your expectations appropriately”
. . . and then proceeded to discourage the little glimmer of hope I had left. In sum, when it comes to my career choices, I feel like TOG. I feel like the line is out the door, my shoes are too tight, and I’m missing out on a free trip to Disneyland—I feel stuck, suffocated, and uninspired.
With this attitude, and an overall feeling of discouragement, I wonder if I am even on the right path. But. Fortunately for me, God has already made Himself known in my life, and I know better than to take this hurt into tomorrow.
Whether you are great at what you do like MM, or dizzy & uninspired like TOG (and I), I would like to set your expectations appropriately:
- Expect that God loves you. 1 John 4:16.
- Expect that God’s love drives out fear. 1 John 4:18. Isaiah 41:10.
- Expect that you will prosper and have a future. Jerimiah 29:11.
- Expect that you are cared for. Psalm 37:24-25.
- Expect that when you believe in Jesus you will be saved. John 3:16.
THANKS FOR READING!
Speaking of setting expectations, this is what you can expect from my blog:
- A lot of Jesus (my faith is my #1)
- cool films + media
- and little of my thoughts, experiences, & reflections.