Ok, so in the blog I wrote yesterday, I simply incoherently ranted about the discontent of my life at this point. Now I must do the same for the pleasures. College aside, life is fine. The one thing that seems to keep me going is, believe it or not, my job. I work at Outback Steakhouse at the Forum. This past summer I had no conceivable idea that I would get a job. For the people that know me, it's just not something I do. My supreme self-centeredness and lack of reality grasped my mind and convinced it that im a "responsible" person. I am not; correction, I was not. My mouth being fed by a golden spoon had cajoled me into a lack of understanding. My mind was convinced that i would always get what i wanted. I had no reason to believe otherwise. Anything I wanted, I received. All i had to do was ask. As the moon set over my High School career and the dawn of a new day rose i had a uncommon notion of responsibility. I guess I wanted to show my parents I was capable of being responsible. I jolted into action searching for that perfect job. Being the ego manic I foraged for a retail job. I looked at places like Hollister and Abercrombie and Fitch. Once again the only reason I even had the urge to get a job there was for the attractive girls that probably don't know how to say anything other than, "Hey guys, welcome to Hollister. Be sure to check out our winter clothes in the back!" Shoot me! So my friend recommend me to a restaurant. Outback Steakhouse. My hesitancy couldn't have peaked any higher. The last place i wanted to work would be in the food industry. Despite my fear, I applied and got hired. My job was as simple as walking.
"What has my life come to!"
My search for responsibility has found me as used plates, glasses and silverware on dirty tables. Yet, i went about my job. I made friends without any effort. I was actually having more fun at work than college or... my GOD dare i not say it... sleeping! After three and a half months of this job; and spending every ounce of money that I had earned, I realized something. I matured. Im responsible. And this divine realization has found me in the best way possible, a promotion and a raise. One word, "extolled". Your probably wondering why I inputed "Karma" into the title. I went above and beyond in my job. I excelled more than I ever have. Though this seems miniscule and pathetic, it's meaning to me is unmatched. I don't feel like listing all the things I did "good." That would simply raise my ego from the dead only to reenter me with more force than ever. Instead, I'll just write this utterly meaningless blog to whomever has the time and attention to read this. I just simply want to state that doing good, never hurts. Also taking risks and chances is the best thing you can do for yourself.
- James Vadala
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