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My
Life (for now!)
A wise man once said, "Life is like
diarrhea. Just when you get everything taken care of, it starts all over
again!" He obviously has been observing my life without my knowledge.
I thought I had everything in order. Good job, new truck, great youth
group, and the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for. Then one day,
the list shortens by one. There is nothing like sitting down at your
desk at work one morning, and within two hours sitting down in your
living room because you've just been laid off. Up 'til that point,
everything had been taken care of, now it was about to start all over
again.
So, there I am suddenly jobless. No source of income. Luckily, I had
been in touch with the Fitness Director at the YMCA about getting a
part-time job as a means of secondary income before GE gave me my
walking papers. I called him and told him I would take anything he had
for me as long as it paid me money to be there. Beggars can't be
choosers.
One job at slightly over minimum wage and only 12 hours a week is in no
way, shape, or form anywhere close to the money I was making at GE. Then
again, we weren't exactly playing "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" at the
Big Meatball either. SO, it was time to find job number 2. This took a
while. I concentrated more on full-time employment. Let me tell
you...you ain't got a degree, you ain't got a job. So stay in school! It
was very hard to find people to take me seriously. So, I reluctantly
started looking for a second part-time job. That's when I found the
Wingate Inn. Front desk at a hotel...not exactly where I saw myself at
this stage of my life 5 years ago, but it gives me money.
Well, I have two jobs at this point, so you are all probably thinking,
"You're doing pretty good. Two jobs means more money." That's what I
thought too. Then I saw my bills. I once learned in my accounting
classes that when total bills equal more than total income...well, let's
just say "it starts all over again." SO, it's time for job number 3.
Ever since I was 8 years old, I have wanted to own a restaurant. Not
some stupid franchise of a national chain, but a real honest to goodness
classy restaurant where I am in full control. Cause everyone knows
there's a vast difference between making the decisions on your own, and
getting a letter from corporate HQ telling you what to do. This place is
to be part of my large empire known as Parrish Enterprises (it's gonna
be very cool seeing that plastered on the side of my corporate jet...but
not as cool as waking up every day and hearing my wife say "Good
morning, Mr. Parrish!).
Given the fact that I had never stepped foot inside a restaurant except
to eat or use the potty, I figured if the info in the preceding
paragraph is to ever become reality, I best get some experience as an
employee of a fine eating establishment. I made a list of my favorite
places to eat in an attempt to determine for which place I wanted to
work the most. After 3 hours, 25 pages, and still not being done, I
decided that I should just apply at several and let the chips fall where
they may. Lynchburg Ale House (#1 on my list) called me and asked me to
come on for an interview. After talking with the manger for 5 minutes,
she asked "Do you still want the job?" I replied, "You betcha!" and that
was that. I had job number 3.
So that's where I stand right now. If you follow me on just about any
given day, I could actually provide you with almost everything you need.
A good workout in the morning (at the Y) to get your day started right,
a hearty meal (at the Ale House) to replenish the fat you lost working
out, and a bed to sleep in at night (at the Wingate) so you can rest
after working out and eating all day.
Coming next month, I will start an addition to Beebo Land. I will be
reviewing the food at local area restaurants. The Something Monthly Food
Critic is sure to be an exciting and informative piece. Don't miss it.
If you like to cook, and you want your specialty dish reviewed, please
send it to the address on the contact us page to the attention of
Something Monthly Food Critic.
Until we meet again, may the road rise up to meet you, and the door not
hit you in the butt on the way out! |
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Poetry Corner |
"Rain"
Torrential downpours
Relentless thunderstorms
Rain on my day
Rain on my parade
Rain on my life
Rain down on me
Clouds burst
Tear apart &
Water the Earth
Soak the ground
Soak the trees
Soak my clothes
Soak my brain |
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