am the kind of person who would lose my life savings on a stupid
bet or something, or I would find the best outfit in the world that
makes me look voluptuous and sexy, but in the wrong color.
Luck is just so ironic.
I dont believe people are born with pure luck or bad luck. I think
its all chance, but if I were to believe that we started with such
a blessing or a curse, I would definitely be a bad luck baby. Its
not major bad luck, just stupid, minor things (on a daily basis) that
screw things up - royally I might add. You know, bad luck enough to create
a lot more difficulty in my life. I am the kind of person who would lose
my life savings on a stupid bet or something, or I would find the best
outfit in the world that makes me look voluptuous and sexy, but in the
wrong color. Worse, I would get the piece of chicken at a buffet of all
places and pick the one that had been dropped on the floor, or I would
be the girl at the party to trip down the stairs in a skirt not only in
front of everyone, but spilling my drink on someone cute too.
Yes. That is the kind of luck I have.
But there are flukes where I find $20 in my pocket or find the closest
parking spot to where I am going as well, so I cannot cry me a river.
However, I do believe in karma, so I do know that when there is bad luck
there is also good luck bound to come.
I speak of this right now, because as of 45 minutes ago I got suspended
from work for two weeks
again!! Well actually Ive only had
one-week suspensions before, as you can see it really shows I learned
my lesson. All because I was 45 minutes late, but please note it was for
my morning shift after a night of partying until 4 am, go figure. The
funny thing is, (and this is where I find chance is timing and time is
chance, if that remotely makes any sense to you whatsoever,) is that I
had gone over a month without getting drunk - with the exception of one
occasion and having the odd glass of wine here and there, especially after
work - but for me mind you, a sober month is a job well done.
Of course, the one night I go out and blow it, it also happens to lead
me to be broke for the next two weeks. I decided it would be a good idea
to blame my lateness on alcohol, rather than say I was irresponsible.
Stupid me therefore insinuates Im an alcoholic instead, which they
probably thought so in the first place, but at least a responsible alcoholic;
hows that for a contradiction.
I was mad at first for I remembered how hard I worked and how sore my
feet are all the time working like a slave. Also how unappreciated my
dedicated hard work is and how underpaid I am all the while, but then
I realized that simply thats the way the hospitality industry works.
Besides, I could have been fired; that is if they decided to be absolute
pricks over a few lousy-didnt-even-need-me-there-because-it-was-so-dead-anyways
minutes. Little Miss Optimistic that I sometimes surprise myself to be,
I am not going to scream at my manager or burn down the restaurant, no,
no, I see opportunity here. I think this may be some kind of er
wake up call not to be too ironic about this, saying, now
you have to get another job broke ass. I have no excuse, its
not like I have other work or anything.
I just cant wait to get a new job. Im itching to do something
new. I will get so much satisfaction out of going back and thanking the
management for suspending me after all, because I have found a better
paying job during the time. Although I would also stay there, since I
have been with them so long, I would just have to work twice as much as
All thisbetter pay off soon, I have many countries to visit and an independent
living to make. Im already planning what Id do with my money
when I am nowhere near close to it. Psychologically I feel like Ive
already forgotten what money looks like. Is it even real? That is actually
a really good question come to think of it. It all comes down to perception.
Is that really steak you are eating or is it just what you believe to
be steak? Nothing is real and we know nothing. (For some reason I think
I have quoted that before.)
Other than bitching about my job obviously I have other interesting stories
to tell but theyre a little too personal for me to share. Come on
we hardly know each other. My puppy needs to be belly rubbed, the spoiled
mutt, so I am not deliberately snubbing you all. You would understand
if you had my intolerance to technology and an adorable puppy gazing at
you. Hopefully my luck won't run out on me when applying for new jobs
take that back, knowing my luck, it won't do me any good anyhow
so it can run to Bermuda for all I care. Till next month
© Tabytha Towe June 2002
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