The Sun Always Shines Tomorrow
Tidings,
I realize I don't update much, but please trust me when I say that I always think about what I should type in Live Journal. I think about it during idle times at work, in the car while driving home (after smoking a bowl, of course), and at home when my brothers are on the computer. Unfortunately, time prevents me from actually typing out all that is going on in my life. I prefer to keep my posts spaced in the sense of time, but always being informative as to what I want this on-line community to know.
Anyway, I'm typing today because it's 10:30 pm and I find myself slightly intimidated about tomorrow; I find myself constantly looking at the clock on my computer to see how much of my weekend I have left. My head is cold, my throat is hoarse, and my hands are clammy. This can't be happening; this is me. I'm usually calm, cool, collected, which I feel is the quintessential attitude that is necessary to conquer all in life. Normally with my head on straight and my borderline delusional self-confidence in turbocharged mode, I usually just go to my mirror and look myself directly in the eyes while softly but firmly telling myself that I am a champion of the human race. I tell myself that I'm hot shit and convince myself that I am in a different level than most people. Obviously, I must be in a different world as well, heheh. However, I'm usually quite confident in everything that I do and go into. However, tomorrow I undertake a role in the workforce that I have never taken before. After 5 months of being with this company, I was promoted last week from Customer Service representative to Customer Service Call Center Supervisor. On top of that, I finally have my own office and computer. Can you believe that? My own fucking office. All I need is a secretary to bring me my Coca-Cola and my rolling papers. By the way ladies, I'm taking secretary applications. Heheheh.
Anyway, this is unknown to me. I am a person who dances around entry-level jobs by giving 40 percent of my calculated effort. Notorious for often being late and absent, I was always a person who would lead and answer employees' questions when I was on the clock; however, it would have been absurd for anyone in management to promote me considering my apathetic work ethic. I always took solace in the notion that I was better than any of these jobs and that the employer was lucky to have me. Those days are done. I find myself wondering if my newfound responsibilities will overwhelm me. The days of clocking out for break sober, and clocking in high are over. Tomorrow, I start my mission to Mecca, my path to glory if you will. Normally this news would be all peaches and cream, but there is always a price for success. For instance, I am now supervising 30 people, all of which I have worked with before. Don't get me wrong; I feel that I get along with everyone from work, and most are happy for my success, since I have the extreme benefit and good fortune of being funny and brightening moods when I'm not pissy. However, weak emotions like jealousy always surface and that's what I fear most. I don't want to compromise any camaraderies that I have at work. I don't want to be the person that's walking down the hall and a group of "subordinates" are walking past me while avoiding eye contact. I know that stuff like that tends to happen when you're put in a position of power, but it still sucks! The thing I dislike most is when people don't take a liking to me. I used to let it bother me but I don't anymore, because frankly that is not an effective way to live. My work ethic at this job has been mediocre at best. Also, did I mention that I'm younger than 85 percent of the people I'm supervising? I believe they promoted me on sheer talent and promise. Who's to say that other people don't feel the same way? After all, I'm just a 22 year old kid with a fast tongue, sharp mind, unquestioned laziness, and questionable potential.
Oh well, who cares? You can't let drama block the road to your success. Fortune favors the brave! The only way to move forward is to move forward. I can't stagnate any longer. There may be people who feel that they should have gotten the job over me, but then they must be reminded that I'm Kevin Lainez and that I'm a bad motherfucker! So please, everyone wish me luck. Tomorrow I get to watch the sun shine. The question is, will I shine with it?
I realize I don't update much, but please trust me when I say that I always think about what I should type in Live Journal. I think about it during idle times at work, in the car while driving home (after smoking a bowl, of course), and at home when my brothers are on the computer. Unfortunately, time prevents me from actually typing out all that is going on in my life. I prefer to keep my posts spaced in the sense of time, but always being informative as to what I want this on-line community to know.
Anyway, I'm typing today because it's 10:30 pm and I find myself slightly intimidated about tomorrow; I find myself constantly looking at the clock on my computer to see how much of my weekend I have left. My head is cold, my throat is hoarse, and my hands are clammy. This can't be happening; this is me. I'm usually calm, cool, collected, which I feel is the quintessential attitude that is necessary to conquer all in life. Normally with my head on straight and my borderline delusional self-confidence in turbocharged mode, I usually just go to my mirror and look myself directly in the eyes while softly but firmly telling myself that I am a champion of the human race. I tell myself that I'm hot shit and convince myself that I am in a different level than most people. Obviously, I must be in a different world as well, heheh. However, I'm usually quite confident in everything that I do and go into. However, tomorrow I undertake a role in the workforce that I have never taken before. After 5 months of being with this company, I was promoted last week from Customer Service representative to Customer Service Call Center Supervisor. On top of that, I finally have my own office and computer. Can you believe that? My own fucking office. All I need is a secretary to bring me my Coca-Cola and my rolling papers. By the way ladies, I'm taking secretary applications. Heheheh.
Anyway, this is unknown to me. I am a person who dances around entry-level jobs by giving 40 percent of my calculated effort. Notorious for often being late and absent, I was always a person who would lead and answer employees' questions when I was on the clock; however, it would have been absurd for anyone in management to promote me considering my apathetic work ethic. I always took solace in the notion that I was better than any of these jobs and that the employer was lucky to have me. Those days are done. I find myself wondering if my newfound responsibilities will overwhelm me. The days of clocking out for break sober, and clocking in high are over. Tomorrow, I start my mission to Mecca, my path to glory if you will. Normally this news would be all peaches and cream, but there is always a price for success. For instance, I am now supervising 30 people, all of which I have worked with before. Don't get me wrong; I feel that I get along with everyone from work, and most are happy for my success, since I have the extreme benefit and good fortune of being funny and brightening moods when I'm not pissy. However, weak emotions like jealousy always surface and that's what I fear most. I don't want to compromise any camaraderies that I have at work. I don't want to be the person that's walking down the hall and a group of "subordinates" are walking past me while avoiding eye contact. I know that stuff like that tends to happen when you're put in a position of power, but it still sucks! The thing I dislike most is when people don't take a liking to me. I used to let it bother me but I don't anymore, because frankly that is not an effective way to live. My work ethic at this job has been mediocre at best. Also, did I mention that I'm younger than 85 percent of the people I'm supervising? I believe they promoted me on sheer talent and promise. Who's to say that other people don't feel the same way? After all, I'm just a 22 year old kid with a fast tongue, sharp mind, unquestioned laziness, and questionable potential.
Oh well, who cares? You can't let drama block the road to your success. Fortune favors the brave! The only way to move forward is to move forward. I can't stagnate any longer. There may be people who feel that they should have gotten the job over me, but then they must be reminded that I'm Kevin Lainez and that I'm a bad motherfucker! So please, everyone wish me luck. Tomorrow I get to watch the sun shine. The question is, will I shine with it?