I never saw it coming.
How am I always in the exact right place at the right time? If I hadn't gone to Jim's Hideaway with my mother the night I met Jeremy Zimmerli, where would I be? Still slumming tables at Bill Bateman’s for 20 bucks a day, probably.
Had I not met Jeremy, I would have never heard of the Irish Channel, and I never would have had that sweet-ass job and made all that sweet-ass money. Kudos, Zimmerli. Kudos to you.
Had I not worked at the Channel, I would have no connections.
Had I not stayed after work to have a beer on the night I was feeling down and thinking I’d lose my job the next day, I wouldn’t have confided in Kevin, Vice President of EMS Technologies in Crofton, and he wouldn’t have handed me his card and said “if they fire you, I’ll give you a job tomorrow.”
Sometimes.
Everything.
Falls.
Into.
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I knew 2008 couldn’t suck too bad. The desk job thing is going to be a huge change for me, and will require a lot of budgeting and growing up on my behalf.. I’m not ruling out the idea of table service in the future, I think I will always have a flair for bartending (pun intended..).
So ask me how I’m doing, and here’s what I’ll tell you. I'm freakin peachy man. Had an interview this morning for a graphic design job that I know nothing about and am completely under-qualified for, and the only other interviewee was a deaf guy who showed up late without a translator. And Kevin “doesn’t have time for that shit.” So things are looking pretty good for my inexperienced ass. That’s how the fuck I’m doing.
Had I not met Jeremy, I would have never heard of the Irish Channel, and I never would have had that sweet-ass job and made all that sweet-ass money. Kudos, Zimmerli. Kudos to you.
Had I not worked at the Channel, I would have no connections.
Had I not stayed after work to have a beer on the night I was feeling down and thinking I’d lose my job the next day, I wouldn’t have confided in Kevin, Vice President of EMS Technologies in Crofton, and he wouldn’t have handed me his card and said “if they fire you, I’ll give you a job tomorrow.”
Sometimes.
Everything.
Falls.
Into.
P
L
A
C
E.
I knew 2008 couldn’t suck too bad. The desk job thing is going to be a huge change for me, and will require a lot of budgeting and growing up on my behalf.. I’m not ruling out the idea of table service in the future, I think I will always have a flair for bartending (pun intended..).
So ask me how I’m doing, and here’s what I’ll tell you. I'm freakin peachy man. Had an interview this morning for a graphic design job that I know nothing about and am completely under-qualified for, and the only other interviewee was a deaf guy who showed up late without a translator. And Kevin “doesn’t have time for that shit.” So things are looking pretty good for my inexperienced ass. That’s how the fuck I’m doing.