Man…
It feels so weird to write from “home” again. I guess while I’m still getting used to this new “home” having the internet makes things a lot better.
I still don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I’m in limbo over my marketing job. The money I’m making barely covers the money I spend on gas and parking everyday. I’m disheartened when I get my paycheck but I really, really like doing that job. I just don’t know if it’s worth not being able to see my kids more often.
I do enjoy being there. I get to be nice to people all day. I get to offer them gifts and give them things they want and help them to have a good time while in Miami. I’m meeting couples and families on vacation from all over the world. When I’m talking to a couple and trying to get them to listen to the timeshare presentation, after they agree I’m walking them to the presentation and I have some time to ask them about their relationship beliefs and patterns, how they met and what were some of the things that attracted them to their spouse. Most of the people I talk to are Black so I’m meeting Black couples from everywhere.
The best thing I’ve learned so far is that there are relationships that don’t have the cussing, fussing and fighting. One Black couple told me they choose not to talk like that.
On the other end of the job front, I’m still at Denny’s and I love every second of it.
Even when I fight with the cooks or spill the milkshakes, I still feel like a shining star. Contrary to popular belief Black people tip wayyyy higher than other races, at least those who sit at my tables.
I meet all kinds of people at Denny’s. Homeless people come in sometimes for a glass of water. There’s a whole crew of people who came in around 2am and drink coffee. My favorite station is the one that invludes the counter so I can wait on the drifters.
I imagine that I’m the chick ‘Alice’ from that diner show that came on back in the day. I pour them coffee and chat them up.
Man! One night these three FINE ASS men came up in that restaurant and sat right at the counter. They all sat down while I was waiting on another table and I looked up and was like, “Mmm mmm mmm.”
I walked over there and said, “Hi, How ya’ll doin? My name is Ms. Tee and I’ll be taking very good care of you guys this morning. May I start you off with a drink? Coffee maybe?”
I’m looking all coy, lowering my eyelashes like I’m shy and shit knowing at any given time I could just pick one and take him home. So i sized them up. The two on opposite ends were light skinned, low cut, clean cut, looking nice, but the one in the middle– MANDINGO!
That man was pitch black with immaculately groomed dreads and a perfect smile. He stood out next to those light skinned brothas like a red flag in a snow storm. He was georgeous. I didn’t flirt with them, but I looked at him right in his eye a couple of times. I couldn’t help it. He didn’t have a ring but with a body, face and charming personality like that, he HAD to at least have a girlfriend.
I’ve never seen anyone else that I thought was attractive come in there though they flirt with me anyway. When it’s guys, I just smile and nod my head like I enjoy it but really I’m thinking, “Do you know how many times a day I hear that you dummy. Do something different. Leave me a $100 tip.” Shit.
But most of the time I’m waiting on young couples and college kids. The two servers who make the most money in the restaurant all have developed a certain rappore with the guests. As one server described it, “They talk shit to the customers.”
~smile~
I’m going through my training for the radio program tomorrow. They are giving me a morning slot and I’m trying to make it fun. I’m so nervous. You know I can’t produce some crap and put my name on it, I’m gonna produce this show like it’s gonna be on NBC.
Oh, let me tell you a little about my plans. It’s a relationship based program but it’s about all types of relationships. I’m inviting people to call in and ask relationship questions and then I’ll have skits and then I’ll have real therapists sit in and offer advice along with comediennes too.
I actually asked a comedienne I know if she’ll agree to appear regularly and she said yes. All of my friends are pitching in. I’ve decided to include them in the line-up. I asked each one of them if they wouldn’t mind me sharing their love lives on the radio, the way I do on my blog and each one agreed. They even agreed to call in and give me a 2nd opinion on the issues I present.
I told my boys that I would have them as my first guests on the show, but then I found out that my show would be in the morning and they’d have to miss 2 hours of their school to attend. I don’t know.
I’m in search of an agent. A talent or literary agent, but really I’d like someone who could do it all. A person who has the connections to be able to take all of my gifts, help me make a plan and then implement the phases gradually and be able to negotiate the best deals fairly. I need someone speaking on my behalf while I do the work and they collect the money and make more engagements.
Man…I know I got it, I don’t understand why no one else has recognized it yet.
I’m a speaker, a writer, a philosopher, a poet, I do spoken word, I am a television personality, radio broadcast personality, editor, inspirational speaker, event planner, hostess and I’m damn good at blogging.
I’m just…a hidden treasure I guess. I keep trying to tell people and to show them what I can do because everything I do, I do well. I’m not trying to brag I’m just recognizing that dang man…when I try something it comes out extremely well.
It’s like amazing to me….I feel like has blessed me with the ability to create miracles yet no one cares to see. Am I doing something wrong? Am I not creating enough, am I not smiling enough, am I not giving enough?
Show me the path and I’ll walk it… I’m being so sincere.
~sigh~
Be patient child. Be patient.