Catching Up Prosebox, -Cups in My New Life

Things have been pretty good. I’ve started back serving at the Hibachi joint 15-20 hours a week. My texts from my boss were entertaining. She really needed me and the punk-kid that bothered me so much only works there once a week now (tonight) and so my conditions were that I was not to work with him. Day two of my being back she called him in for an emergency situation. He was to be on the opposite side of the restaurant and so I told her I was leaving. So, she gave me a $.75 c raise to stay. I have enough experience in the business to run my own joint so I don’t need an amateur harassing me while I work during days I am off from my full time job and taking classes on top of all that. The raise helped and it told me how desperately she needed my help. I like working with her.

A few days ago she hired a new young adult, male and things became amateur again. Life in America: this new kid came in acting all superior to me like I was some washed-up old dude. I find out he is homeless and showering at the Planet Fitness upstairs. I work full time at a Mental Hospital, almost have a Liberal Arts degree and am in a Nursing program now working 60 hour weeks. I don’t even think the kid (or young adult) would even have the attention span to hear my resume if stood up at a white board and gave a lecture on it. I have read over 500 novels, and have practiced yoga for 14 years (I was expert level when I had more time to dedicate to it). And the homeless kid next to me still thinks he is superior to me.

But, things are going well all in all. I may continue painting a stream near campus I began, or play some guitar, or piano. I’ve been in a painting mood recently.

Last updated February 02, 2024