Days of Healing
First off, I just wanted to thank those who left me the kind words from my last post last Sunday. I can't tell you guys enough how much I love you all.
Okay, so after I made that post, I didn't think I was going to be able to get through the work nights I was scheduled. For some reason, Amber decided it was amusing to have me work eight nights in a row (from last Tuesday to tomorrow night). I at first thought to myself..."this is going to be one gawd-awful week for me." But actually, it wasn't as bad as I thought. For the past few days, I've been cross-training to work in the backroom! I had mentioned one night that I would like to be trained in the backroom so I can do more, and by golly, someone listened. The thing that triggered this...last month, we've been gettinjg a lot of heavy loads in and everyone who worked the flow haven't been working fast enough to get the jobs done, and as a result, the backroom team had to come out and give us a hand. Now normally all of us on the floor would poke fun at the backroom team just for doing this, but I for one saw things differently. Just about every night they had to drop what they were doing just so they can come out and pick up our slack, and they hardly get any kind of respect for it. So at that moment, I took it upon myself to say..."okay, they come out just about every night to help us out...it's time someone come back there and help them for a change." I think I'm the only one who saw it that way because no one else that worked the floor every night was even willing to step up. So Wednesday night was my first night back there, and I just had this odd feeling that I was going to get crapped on by the backroom guys. But in actuallity, they really helped me in learning how to do all the things that they do. I guess it's because they saw the level of respect that I had for them, and they in turn showed me that same level of respect in helping me learn. And I really got into it, lemme tell you. Working the backroom is so much more fun than working the floor. Maybe this is one thing I should thank my mom for. Going through these last few days of the backroom team helping me out reminded me of my elementary school days. Back then, I was one who would not get along with just about anybody. I just hated everything an everyone around me and I had no self-esteem at all. And this was all during the time she was dying, too. Maybe that's where that all came from. But as I got into middle school, I did a complete 360. Something in me changed for the better. I started being a lot more respectful and a lot more friendly towards others. I was showing a new level of respect than I thought I was even capable of. I guess in mom's own mysterious and mystical ways, she was teaching me to be the person that I became to be, and she was just reminding me that lesson she taught me these past days. The backroom team doesn't know this, and probably never will, but I owe them a lot for helping me learn. I think it's made me a bit more stronger than normal. And, I really owe my mom, too. I know she's out there looking out for me. In reality, I think she really has guided me thus far. She knew what I was capable of, and she wanted to see me through to the end, even if she wasn't physically there to do so. It took me a week to realize this, from Mother's Day to today. Huh, slow learner I must be.
Anyways, that's what's been up with me lately. This weekend, I hope the weather's going to be great because I really want to take myself to Six Flags on Saturday. For all the hard work I've been putting in, I really need to reward myself. We shall see, I guess. Until next time, see ya later, guys.
Oh, and one last thing on a compltely unrelated note...TNA WRESTLING NOW OWNS MY SOUL!!!! I guess if I do some more wrestling rants, don't just expect all WWE from now on. I shall throw some TNA in the mix as well! :D
Okay, so after I made that post, I didn't think I was going to be able to get through the work nights I was scheduled. For some reason, Amber decided it was amusing to have me work eight nights in a row (from last Tuesday to tomorrow night). I at first thought to myself..."this is going to be one gawd-awful week for me." But actually, it wasn't as bad as I thought. For the past few days, I've been cross-training to work in the backroom! I had mentioned one night that I would like to be trained in the backroom so I can do more, and by golly, someone listened. The thing that triggered this...last month, we've been gettinjg a lot of heavy loads in and everyone who worked the flow haven't been working fast enough to get the jobs done, and as a result, the backroom team had to come out and give us a hand. Now normally all of us on the floor would poke fun at the backroom team just for doing this, but I for one saw things differently. Just about every night they had to drop what they were doing just so they can come out and pick up our slack, and they hardly get any kind of respect for it. So at that moment, I took it upon myself to say..."okay, they come out just about every night to help us out...it's time someone come back there and help them for a change." I think I'm the only one who saw it that way because no one else that worked the floor every night was even willing to step up. So Wednesday night was my first night back there, and I just had this odd feeling that I was going to get crapped on by the backroom guys. But in actuallity, they really helped me in learning how to do all the things that they do. I guess it's because they saw the level of respect that I had for them, and they in turn showed me that same level of respect in helping me learn. And I really got into it, lemme tell you. Working the backroom is so much more fun than working the floor. Maybe this is one thing I should thank my mom for. Going through these last few days of the backroom team helping me out reminded me of my elementary school days. Back then, I was one who would not get along with just about anybody. I just hated everything an everyone around me and I had no self-esteem at all. And this was all during the time she was dying, too. Maybe that's where that all came from. But as I got into middle school, I did a complete 360. Something in me changed for the better. I started being a lot more respectful and a lot more friendly towards others. I was showing a new level of respect than I thought I was even capable of. I guess in mom's own mysterious and mystical ways, she was teaching me to be the person that I became to be, and she was just reminding me that lesson she taught me these past days. The backroom team doesn't know this, and probably never will, but I owe them a lot for helping me learn. I think it's made me a bit more stronger than normal. And, I really owe my mom, too. I know she's out there looking out for me. In reality, I think she really has guided me thus far. She knew what I was capable of, and she wanted to see me through to the end, even if she wasn't physically there to do so. It took me a week to realize this, from Mother's Day to today. Huh, slow learner I must be.
Anyways, that's what's been up with me lately. This weekend, I hope the weather's going to be great because I really want to take myself to Six Flags on Saturday. For all the hard work I've been putting in, I really need to reward myself. We shall see, I guess. Until next time, see ya later, guys.
Oh, and one last thing on a compltely unrelated note...TNA WRESTLING NOW OWNS MY SOUL!!!! I guess if I do some more wrestling rants, don't just expect all WWE from now on. I shall throw some TNA in the mix as well! :D