Yeah. That old saying is true. And so is the saying, ‘Don’t threaten ME with a good time.’ Both of which, oddly enough, end up in a massive hangover. To get to the point of this JOURNEY thing that life is, yes, it’s a journey. I have had several jobs in my lifetime. Nothing ‘career’ worthy per say, I guess had I APPLIED myself, yes, I could still be working at the daycare center, or the horse stables, or Loaf ‘N Jug, if you believe in that American Capitalistic DREAM, sure. I could own a Loaf N’ Jug. (Said no one ever.) Instead, I just followed my instincts to pay bills with things that interested me. (The Loaf N’ Jug thing was just to pay bills.)
I did the office lady job when the kids were super little as I was trying to be a grown up – AND IT SUCKED. Boys club anyone? They would promote any 21 year old douchebag that came from their Alma Mater despite the fact that I was taking drafting classes and accounting classes trying to find my way onto this stupid ladder of CAREER CLIMBING that doesn’t exist that I would hate anyway if I actually reached ANY number of rungs on that piece of shit. So fuck that. Thirty years later I tried to go back to office work and its worse going back KNOWING MORE. You just can’t take a lick of shit pretentious people hand you when you get older. I make the same amount of money cooking in this bar kitchen AND I LOVE IT. So office lady status is just not for me and That’s Oh Kay.
I like making pizzas. So sue me. I like being in charge back there when I work alone. I like working with the kitchen manager when he and I are back there together. I just like it. I like making stuff for people, I like making food for people, I want them to think its good and I want them to want more and come back. A friend owns this bar and I want to help him be successful. Being an entrepreneur is fucking exhausting crazy bullshit fucked up and I did it for years and I’m out. Help another guy do it? Fuck yeah.
I remember taking the kids to a bowling alley near where we lived because I love trying hole in the wall burger places and this was as hole in the wall as you could get. We didn’t even bowl, I had no desire to take two small children bowling, I wanted fries and a burger. We ordered chili cheese fries and all got burgers. The man who brought out our food was the chef, and you would have thought he owned the place and that we had ordered London Broils. It was fucking fantastic. He was so friendly and so involved and so happy. I want to be that guy.
It doesn’t matter what you do for work, if you have an ounce of compassion for it and don’t act like you’d rather be lying dead somewhere than doing that thing, that’s what matters. THAT YOU CARE. Its fine to work at Target, clean up dog shit, clean houses, if you give any kind of CARE to it, it changes everything. I don’t need any more zombies living out their last days taking MY MONEY. I was the most successful in my endeavors when I was excited about it. When it started eating my soul up and took my excitement from me and spit it in my face, I’d quit.
So I go back out to the table and I ask people how their pizza was and I listen to what they say to me about it and it matters. Do I make green chili tots and put pineapple on pizza? Yes. Yes I do. Because its me making everything. We make the dough from scratch, make the pizzas from scratch, cooking it in our little oven and handing it to people. I love it. I was really good at being a mom and I’m really good at feeding people and making sure they are happy. I want to be that guy from the bowling alley. Those chili cheese fries were amazing and we went back there for years after that.
Watch how I transform my life by giving CARE to it.