Nap time...

So I am currently at work waiting for Comcast to arrive.  I should be taking a nap, but I'm just couldn't sleep.  So I figured, what better time to scribble a bit!

I left to work around 5:40am, I'm pretty worn considering I didn't get home til 2:00am last night, I went out to eat with a friend and my girlfriend.  Doesn't help that I drinked a bit either, however, at least it knocked me out good!  Comcast isn't supposed to arrive til 8:00am and the only reason why I left so early was so I can beat traffic.  Houston morning traffic is terrible and I don't hate many things in life, but I fucking hate sitting in traffic.  Anyhow I'm getting a little off track and I wanted to give a little history about myself because trying to nap reminded me of something.

My current title is Assistant General Manager.  I've been working for this company/restaurant for about 4 years now.  Hopefully soon I will have another promotion and become the General Manager (fingers crossed).  And I want to add I love my job and I love the group I work for.

I started off being a server here and I worked hard for a year or so.  I found a listing on craigslist and figured I apply.  On the same day I interviewed, I was hired.  Anywhere I work I always consider myself an asset and I apply myself to work.  And I did, I busted my ass but I didn't like how things were managed here.  Throughout my time serving I expressed my concerns to my management, but a lot of things I felt needed adjustment fell upon def ears.  There were 4 different managers within a year time frame and I grew tired and quit.  At the time I wasn't scared to leave, I had bills to pay and needed to make money.  I didn't have much of a savings or any sort of backup plan, however, I believed in myself and knew that I'd be alright.

A month or so went by and I was making scraps helping out a friend and in between odd jobs til my old boss called me back.  He offered me a management position.  Didn't quite see myself as a manager type but after all the shitty management this place had, I couldn't be worse.  Pay was low but I accepted his offer.  I guess me bashing the situation before I left helped.  Not that I was the answer to all my  restaurants' problems, but I alleviated some of management's headaches when I was there.

Comes to why I'm writing.  I use to always nap at work under the tables upstairs when I was serving.  I haven't done that in a long time.  So laying under there just now made me reminisce. I use to work back to back, doubles after doubles.  I was always a Yes Man.  Needs to be done?  Consider it done.   Problem?  I'll find a solution.   Complaints?  I'll have them but I'll keep them to myself.  Ain't no use in bitching about the situation you're in, up to you to make it better.  I pretty much compensated for others til I said enough.  Never let yourself get taken advantage of and value yourself.

I truly believe that the best gamble you can take in this entire world is yourself.  You know yourself best and what you're capable of.  Don't ever sell yourself for less.  Opportunity doesn't always come so when its here grab it by the nut sack.  And if opportunity never comes?  Give yourself an opportunity, make yourself an opportunity.  There is no excuse.

Dreams of a being a millionaire...

As I was growing up, I was often asked what I wanted to be.  At a little kid, I didn't know.  I think at one point and time I said firefighter.  Every kid has some dream to be a super hero at some point right?  Somewhere in that pea size brain of mine I must of believe that was the realist thing.  Or maybe I just wanted to, in someway -- save people.

Going to high school teachers and friends would ask what I wanted to be when I grow up?  My response became "millionaire."  Everybody would laugh or chuckle and respond with something cliche like "don't we all," or "me too,"  and the next follow up question would be, "Really what do you want to be?"  

"A millionaire."  I had to give them a stern response.  Then of course the next question slaps me back into reality.  "How?"  I guess they were right to be skeptics.

"No fucking clue"  I always thought, but my response would be "I'm not sure, own some type of business, a restaurant maybe.  Invest, stocks?  I just know I want to be rich."

Now as an adult, I think I can finally say that (I'm currently 27).  I understand what it is to be rich.  By financial means I'm no where close to being a millionaire, however, I'm feeling pretty rich lately.  I'm healthy, my girlfriend is a beaut, work is awesome, family is good, friends are too.  I'm not struggling to make ends meet.  So I guess as an adult, if you ask me, "what do you want to be?"  My response would be,

"Happy."

Cause I like to scribble and rant...

I guess... I always like to write.  More like keep a log of know that I have grown.  I stopped writing for a period of time but sometimes I feel like I'm missing something.  Let's try to do this again.  Once a week minimum.

Current thoughts...

Nothing on Facebook is real anymore.  It supposedly keep us connected but all I get to see is what people ate, them partying, and posting up shit found on the internet.  I remember the days where people hide behind a screen name and not reveal their identities.  Guess all that changed.