That happened to me today. I've been so frustrated and down for so long that I have grown comfortable with it all. There's a phrase that I follow and excuse me for the language:
"Shit rolls downhill."
I'm often reminded that I am sending myself into dept by chasing a career that I am only promised 3 things. 1 I will work hard. 2 I will work long hours. 3 I will work for very low pay. But I always remind those people. I buss tables 6 hours a day and 7 days a week for $6.15 an hour. I've worked where I work longer and I work harder than most of the people and all but 1 manager. I don't seek money, because I know stray when I make too much. I lust nice things if I have the money to pay for them and I get in trouble if I have too much time on my hands. I plan to die in dept. After all, the world ends the year I graduate. Haha
Here's the deal, every day was the same for me. I wake up, I go to work then I come home and turn on the tv while I put whatever tips I made in the day in a rubber band. You'd laugh if you saw how much I had rolled up.
People wouldn't come into work and I'd work twice as hard, people get fired and I work twice as hard, people call in at the last second and I work twice as hard. I would never tell my kids to work in the food industry. Retail is where it's at. Well, my daughters would work in retail and I'd almost force my sons into the food industry. Oh and by the way, fast food in no way counts. Taking orders is like being a hostess. You're stealing money, a card board cut out that says "please seat yourself" can replace you. All I have to worry about are the mexicans.
Here's the deal, every day was the same for me. I wake up, I go to work then I come home and turn on the tv while I put whatever tips I made in the day in a rubber band. You'd laugh if you saw how much I had rolled up.
People wouldn't come into work and I'd work twice as hard, people get fired and I work twice as hard, people call in at the last second and I work twice as hard. I would never tell my kids to work in the food industry. Retail is where it's at. Well, my daughters would work in retail and I'd almost force my sons into the food industry. Oh and by the way, fast food in no way counts. Taking orders is like being a hostess. You're stealing money, a card board cut out that says "please seat yourself" can replace you. All I have to worry about are the mexicans.
Then this prodicle son returned to his family tonight. My friends. The good kind. Oh buddy it was great. I had a REALLY bad day. Not 1 but 2 people didn't make it to work. So I had to work twice as hard twice as much. Yeah that makes perfect sense. On a sunday I usually chill and only work 1 till 4. But for the past 3 weeks sunday has become 11 till 5. All because people call in and well, shit rolls downhill.
But after work I returned to manna church. haha, my hair was short a gelled the last time I walked through those doors. People had coats on and were saying marry christmas. Lol, well not that long ago but they were wearing jackets and maybe saying "Happy V-day."
I was expecting a few nods. But it was alot more than that. Hugs and WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN. I could only reply with, "busy being a prodicle son."
I was expecting a few nods. But it was alot more than that. Hugs and WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN. I could only reply with, "busy being a prodicle son."
So my life has been a long college prank. You know that prank where you break into your friends room and move his junk only an inch every 2 weeks. Then by the end of the semester, his bed is across the room and he NEVER noticed then it finally hits him, "wasn't my stuff over by the window, I remember it being by the window..."
But yeah, that has been my life. I slipt so little and over such a loooong point in time that I never even notice. When did I start from my up high peak of being close to God and then on the very slow path to where I am now? October 15, 2001. No joke.... you broke my heart!
Haha, if you ever saw accepted you'll know what I mean. But the date is real. That's where I started on this road. But it's time to hit the road on the right path. Tonight was a great night! I can once again open my eyes and turn up the music. I can live again. Just in time too... I'm 8 shining weeks away from hopping on a plane and heading to Chicago. Boy, I can't wait for this. It still feels like yesterday that I got hit by a hand full of pennies by my best friend that knocked out a tooth.
This thanksgiving I will be will family in Tennessee. I hadn't seen my cousins in forever. So I hope this works out. I was always closer to them than I ever was with my sisters. I dunno, I just think women are wierd and adding my fathers bipolar gene and my mom um... plain crazies gene that seemed to hit everyone but me makes my family one for the books.
Oh and I still think they found me in a dumpster in Germany. Guten tug (means nothing in any language) haha
-jeff
This thanksgiving I will be will family in Tennessee. I hadn't seen my cousins in forever. So I hope this works out. I was always closer to them than I ever was with my sisters. I dunno, I just think women are wierd and adding my fathers bipolar gene and my mom um... plain crazies gene that seemed to hit everyone but me makes my family one for the books.
Oh and I still think they found me in a dumpster in Germany. Guten tug (means nothing in any language) haha
-jeff
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