I’m okay.
I’ve been trying to juggle my job as a server at Denny’s with the other marketing gig I got and so far I’ve been doing well.
Ok, Ok, I’ve been fucking up a few orders at Denny’s but no one died. The cooks got mad though. LOL! It’s my first time being a server but I really like it.
My marketing gig is very interesting. It’s completely commission based. What I have to do is go to one of our busiest tourist sites and then walk up to complete strangers and convince them to go view a presentation for a time share. If I can convince them I’ll get a $100 bonus for each family.
That’s pretty wild to me. I’m not friendly and I do not approach random strangers asking them for shit. But I believe that when I develop this skill, the ability to walk up to random people and sell myself, I’ll become even more valuable in everything I do. I can’t wait to see what happens.
Wow. Last night I was on the phone with Tamara when she asked me, “How are you doing? You know, without your internet.”
I sighed. “I’m okay. I just think about it everyday and all day long I’m writing stories in my head but by the time I have time to go use the internet, I forget what I wanted to say. But it’s all good.”
My boys are coming back to Miami on Sunday. I’m a little nervous because I haven’t told them that I do not live with my parents anymore. I have to tell them and I’m not sure how to explain it without worrying them. I wish I didn’t even have to have the conversation but I know they are going to want to spend the night with me, I want them to as well, but it can’t happen until I get a place of my own.
Who knew life was gonna be like this?
I’m trying to get a 3rd job, one overnight or something. I haven’t had the money to eat 3 meals a day much less buy water to sell on the street like I planned but eventually something will happen. I wonder what.
The couple I’m living with are a trip. At the end of the day, all tired from working, we all meet up at the room and drink beer and listen to music or watch a movie together until we fall asleep. I don’t feel as badly about it as I used to. ~shrugs~
The Young Man, who I’ll call Tommy makes us laugh so much.
The other night we were all riding to get some food when he said, “Oh Tee, you know I have to brag to my friends about our situation, right.”
“Brag?”
“Yeah! Three of us in the bed!” He explained. “I tell them how I come home at night and both of ya’ll are sitting there in bed in your night clothes and I say, ‘Hello Ladies!'”
LOL!
Guys are a trip. One night before he left for work his girl and I were already done for the day and he dropped a big bag of magazines on the bed and said, “Ya’ll read these.”
When he left we opened the bag to find: A WHOLE BUNCH OF PORN MAGAZINES!
LOL! He’s stupid.
So you know I’ve been enjoying all of his Playboys right? He said he got them from a friend who used to collect the magazines but now he doesn’t anymore.
Playboy is hands down my favorite magazine right now. The writers featured in the magazine make my writing look like shit and the information presented is always juicy and intelligent.
I wish I could write like that. My writing style is…I don’t even know what to call it but…I guess it’s just..MY writing style.
I’m working on my marketing plan for my book right now. It’s been a challenge and fun at the same time. I just hope that I have enough time to implement it with all of this working I’ve been doing.
In other news Tamara called me to tell me a story that I thought I should share. She told me how her boyfriend has been asking about her brakes and the fact that she’s riding around with bad brakes. He then called to say, “Hey, I ordered all of the parts for your brakes and when I come down to help you move, I’ll bring them and have them installed.”
My mouth dropped open.
Ok. I realize that I’m kind of hard on the men that my friends date. I’m looking for specific qualities that would let me know that this man is going to take good care of my friend. The most important quality is recognizing that the man sees my friend as his responsibility and her happiness and comfort are important to him.
What Pretty Ricky did–sealed the deal.
I’m so sorry ya’ll. I’m so tired. I’m about to head back to the motel. My legs are getting so much stronger with all of this walking and lifting heavy trays. My thighs feel tighter and my arms are stronger too. I said that I wanted to STAY FINE and I guess this is God’s way of helping me since He knows I won’t excercise.
~smile~
Many blessings to you. Keep your head up. If I can, you can too.