Pull up a chair folks and have a seat.
I will be 29 years old in exactly 46 days. One year shy of a new decade. And what do I have to show for it? Hmmm? Nada as far as I can tell. I graduated highschool in June 1987. Did not, do not, and will not ever have any collegiate ambitions. Basically loafed and loafed from graduation until March 1988 when I started working for the local telephone company as a 411 (Information) operator. This was my very first job, and I HATED it more than life. But one truly spectacular thing did dome of this job. I met my very best friend in this world, Linda. I thank God everyday that she is in my life. Her kids feel like stepchildren to me. From this job I went on to collecting past due telephone bills. Now this is a MAJOR step up from being an operator. Met some very nice people here too, but was still unfulfilled. While a bill collector I got my driver's liscence one week after my 22nd birthday. Two months later I was the proud owner of a new car. BRAND spanking new. Roughly one year later, My father died (we were not close and I am beginning to regret this, as in retrospect people really were not as bad as they seemed.. *sigh*). One week later one of my most beloved aunts passed away. This crushed me. It was such a shock. To this day I can still hear her voice and her very happy guffaw style laugh. The autumn of that same year I moved out on my own into a one bedroom apartment. I loved and still love being independant and on my own. But I needed some companionship. Alas, my darling cat. She brings a smile to my life atleast once a day, even when I feel the lowest of the low. Winter of 1994 was absolutely horrible and by now I am a Sales Rep with the phone company and LOVING that job. A cousin died of Leukemia the day after Christmas leaving behind a jerk of a husband and three beautiful children. My cousin was 28. Another aunt was diagnosed with Breast Cancer and thankfully beat it and is still cancer free, but man what a winter. Now comes what I thought was going to being me permanent complacency at work. A promotion (temporary but still a promotion) to management. I spent almost one year as an Assistant Manager and loved it. Then my everchanging world falls apart again. The promotion ends and I go BACK to the Sales rep job. I was depressed. Majorlly. Thankfully this lasted only 6 weeks and I was called back on yet ANOTHER temp promotion. This one again lasted almost a year and again ended. Once back in hell again, I made the most irrational, unthoughtful, descicion of my life. I resigned. QUIT. See YA! Cashed out my pension. Got work consulting making almost twice the amount I was making in Management at the phone company but alas that too ended. I have now been unemployed for 4 months. Did I mention I traded in my first car for a Sport utility vehicle? Did I mention it got reposessed? Did I mention I have the world's worst credit? *sigh* Anyway, here I stand on the verge of another birthday, and still have not made anything of my life. And wondering if I ever will. Oh. Also, I'm overweight, gay, and deeply entrenched in the closet. I am not unhappy to be gaym believe me, but I am unhappy for society's outlook. Oh well, my GOD did I really say all that? *sigh*
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