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Right before I dropped out, I had to go to all of the professors of the classes that I was failing and make a plan to get my grade up. My professor for my class “The Essay” was the kindest person, and I really think she believed in me more than most people did back then. I opened my mouth to explain myself and I was already crying because I was so embarassed, but she cut me off and said, “I don’t need to know why you haven’t been showing up. All we gotta do is make a list to get you back on track.” So she started writing a list of things for me to do to get back on track. She started with #1 then back tracked and put a step 0 that said “be kind to yourself.” After we were mostly done with this meeting she said, “I want you to get a job where you don’t make any money.” And sorta laughed to herself. Then she snapped up and corrected herself quickly, explaining that she fidnt want me to be broke and homeless, she just wanted me to get involved in a creative career and to keep writing. I think about her often and now that I am making strides and have 2 publications under my belt, I think about reaching out to her and telling her, but I’m not sure she would remember me. I just wanted her to know she has made all the difference in my life.
May 24, 2025
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Oh you definitely should! I’d bet money she remembers you. How sweet. Who doesn’t love hearing how they’ve touched someone positively?
May 24, 2025
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⭐i helped a very sweet elderly man at work one day. he told me this was the key to his happiness and i think about it often. he asked me if i liked my job and we had a long conversation about how he decided to stop being an investment broker and settle down with his girlfriend at the time (now wife lol) and support her business. it was so interesting listening to him talk about falling out of love with his job and falling in love with life. he just quit and never really looked back because despite his former job being a cash cow it wasn't where he wanted to be and he wasn't doing what he wanted to do. gotta follow those instincts sometimes ig
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😃I'm treating myself like I am hot shit and a niche celeb who stopped posting suddenly so just go along with it.
No ego here, just a guy who likes writing/talking.
I left my job the 10th of this month. That's the nice, don't beat yourself up about it, way I tell people when they ask about work. Truth is I got fired.
2025. Holy Fucking Cow.
So many deaths. So many accidents. So many ' So Many 's.
I'm an emotional guy. A cry baby, If you will. Whenever something out of ordinary/not scheduled programming happens, I need a day.
This resulted in a lot of time off. Reasonable time off, I believed.
Manage didn't agree with me. I was called a 'Unreliable Worker', with a, 'Unpredictable Schedule'. So they let me go. There I was, wondering the streets during lunch time, looking for something, ANYTHING, preferably cooking/culinary. My girlfriend believed I was at work, making momey to support us, two cats, and our very inexpensive rent, that I was miraculosly short on, again.
I called friends, the family that would answer, and some old coworkers about who's hiring, and who is basically telling you to fuck off. This is the part of the story that sounds fake, I sat at a bench in front of arguably one of my favorite restaurants ever. McAdoo's Seafood Company. Dreaming of working there, learning the in's and out's, burning my finger tips, coming home smelling like the mediterranean, and going back to do it all again. As I'm looking at it, I see a hanging sign of a hand pointing to the left with "Enterance" written on it. It's to a steakhouse i've heard of, but never ate at, I figured I must as well try. I walked in, immediately realizing they're closed. And there is he, my savior, the reason I'm able to pay my rent, my everything, Steve. Typing away on his laptop, asks me, "Hey, how can I help you?" I was thrown off guard so hard to the point I stuttered to an extent I never have before. As I'm mumbling away, all I can get out of my stupid mouth was "I need a job."
He laughed, asked what I'd be applying for, and I tell him culinary.
He hands me an application, and interviews me on the spot, we talk about where I was working, my background, past jobs, ect.
We talk for longer, and offers me the job, tells me to come back later to meet the kitchen manager.
I do.
Sweetest woman ever. We talk, get to know each other a bit.
She asks me embarrassingly if I'd like to work the same day for how two of her cooks called in, I obviously say yes.
And I've been there since.
Some of the most amazing, kind, and stupid people I've ever met. You'd have to drag me out by my feet if you wanted me to leave.
To whoever stayed and listened to my rambling, thank you, a lot.
May 26, 2025
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