With all the things that have been going on in life, I think that things are finally starting to look up for me. As I have struggled to get out from underneath the rubble left behind by the renter fiasco, I am finally starting to see a little light.
Yesterday, I was hired on as a banquet server/chef at a new golf course by my house. When I first applied for the position, I was thinking that it would be a nice gig because this place is in a moneyed part of town, so the tips should be pretty good. While I was talking to the guy, however, and explaining what I was looking for, he offered me two different positions. One as a banquet server (essentially working special events) and one as a chef in the kitchen when I need extra shifts. This is really exciting for me as anyone that knows me knows that I love to cook and that I once dreamt of opening my own restaurant. I don’t start for another month, but I am looking forward to the new experience, and who knows, a career change perhaps?
Financially, things are hell, but I decided that I am doing the best that I can, and short of winning the lottery, hitting it big in Vegas, having a rich relative I don’t know about leave me a fat inheritance, or robbing a bank, there is no instant solution to my problem. Most people are in debt and busting their asses to get out of it. So, I’m busting ass and I changed my attitude about things so that I can stop stressing, and more importantly, stop being so damn depressed about it. I need to remember that things have been worse in my very own lifetime.
On a personal front, I’ve decided that I need to end whatever relationship I have with the guy I’m dating. It’s just not fair to string him along when nothing is ever going to click with me. Maybe it’s because I already decided it and won’t let it happen, or maybe it’s because it really won’t.
I’m going to try and invite myself along to Jackson’s on Wednesday night…when I was talking with my friend the other night, he mentioned that he and his friends had gone there that night, that it was ladies’ night and lots of people there (he specifically clued in on the “smokin’ hot chicks”) and that he wanted to make that a regular event. However, where there are chicks, there are guys, which means plenty of fun to be had. As a mutual friend of Julia’s and mine says, “when you go to the beach and bring sand, you seem to attract more sand…” I plan on being the sand.