Pictures and Puzzles.

Well, I’m sitting at work.  No class on Fridays by design.  I have to be up at 6:30 to leave by 7:15.  Not a real challenge.  Plenty of those who must wakeup much earlier.  I wouldn’t complain about the job that I have.  I work at Comptech which services multiple departments, and it acts as a ”help desk” if you will.  Compare to the last job, North River Yacht Club (country club), I’d say I’m sittin’ pretty.  I don’t miss the 5:30 wakeup call on Saturday or Sunday mornings.  I enjoy attending Alabama football games with my girlfriend. It’s my excuse to get as  drunk as fast as I can. I love it. I would have missed that and probably a lot more if I hadn’t found this job. It’s interesting how life works in a funny way.  Almost like a puzzle, mentally piecing what is happening.  I got turned down for multiple jobs before I got hired on at Comptech.  One week before my family reunion, I had no idea what I was going to do.  I wasn’t going to quit North River without finding another place to work.  My parents pay for my school and rent, and I figure my bills are my deal.  I had already been turned down at the public library.  I have a years worth of experience working at a library (University of Kentucky), and I figured I would give it a shot.  Well, they did that, shot me down.  So, somewhat depressed, I found myself at North River.  A guy I worked with there turned me on to a site through the University.  I call the first number I see.  The guy (my current boss) leaves me a voicemail saying he’s “interested”.  I knew right then I had the job.  I just had to sell it.  It’s interesting what happens what you know you HAVE to win. When your back is completely against the wall… I had to get this job, and my boss had to know that he was going to give it to me.  Well, I landed the job, basically had three interviews in one with his two bosses.  Worked out.  Went well.  Blah blah blah. Good Story eh? Yah, thought so.  What I honestly learned from this is that life is just that: a puzzle.  I saw the picture: no more 9pm nights, more time with shit that matters, me getting drunk on saturdays, family reunions, trips to UF, UT, and LSU. I knew I wanted that picture; I just had to make it happen.  I had to slide the puzzle pieces of my life around.  I was fucking disappointed as hell when I got shot down, but I think that my girlfriend and my mom’s encouraging words helped me refocus.  Gotta stay close to the family.  Keeps my shit grounded as hell.  When things don’t go my way or your way for that matter, there is always another door..almost like the 20,000 door room in the matrix.  I found the key.