Day 3

written on day 4.


Yesterday turned out out be one of the most intense days I’ve ever had. I stared the day on the golf course, it wasn’t too cold thankfully but I had this weird sist in my mouth that eventually ended up being quite painful. I made my way to urgent  care and 5 hours later I  had a temporary root canal and an appointment to come back within a week to finish the root canal. I left the hospital in order to retrieve my antibiotics and pain relievers only being able to retrieve my antibiotics. I return home only to be locked out 30 minutes later, for at least 3 hours. I cant explain to you the pain I felt one the numbness wore off my mouth and I was still outside in the cold. Once I made it inside and finally took some pain medicine all I wanted was to do was be comforted while my wife thought all I wanted was to be left alone, leaving me to go to sleep quite unsatisfied, given I could have spoken up and told her what I needed… but easier said than done I suppose.

The next day I started work at 8 am. I went to bed the night before between 9 pm and 10 pm close so I felt plenty rested and fully awake to make this decision.



Day 2

I should have gotten a snack before I started this.

1:32 am 5/18/2017 <– I’m writing for 5/17/17 as my day still continues.

I woke up late this morning, set my alarm for 6 am, 630 the latest and I woke up at 730, the latest time time I can leave my house and make it to work on time. I drove the bev-cart on  the golf course today, like I do every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. except today I was training a girl who would start driving the bev-cart on the weekends. It was her last day of training so I just sat back and relaxed, oh did I say relax I meant to say froze my but off as it was under 60 degree’s all morning, such a drag. Not to mention I felt shade all morning from the golfers, with the new chick it felt like she was the shiny new toy and I had disappeared. She was pretty and blonde with blue eyes… just sayin. Did I mention its a private country club, Caucasian 70% Asian 15% Hispanic 6% African american 4% other 5%. Right, so I felt some type of way about their eager response to the new girl.

After the country club I went to the hospital to visit my (mother) in law who had been admitted earlier this morning. She’s going to be okay, Lupus flare up. Lupus.. Lupus..Lupus… please go away.. </3

I closed tonight at the movie theater. We had our first bar meeting with our new bar manger… even though he started about a a month or so ago, it went well. I like him, I don’t want to because its early and I wanna give him time to set in his ways before I form any opinion, but thus far, I like him, I hope he’s good for the bar. The meeting kinda got me thinking, there may be a future with this company, they’re expanding and opening new positions. I kind of have this crazy idea … bare with me now

What if I stayed with this company for another year and really got my “act” together, started thinking like a boss and eventually move up to one. What if I gain enough experience in say the next five years to become a senior manager, bar manager that’s at least 42k a year. What if in another 5 years I’d have gone back to school, gotten my degree in business and opened my own spot; a kind of nurture by day, naughty by night joint. I want to create a safe haven for youth, for young adults, a place with resources, and support and opportunity. a mom and pop boys and girls club you might say; with a coffee shop, because coffee isn’t going anywhere.  At night, I want a speakeasy, a magical place, where creativity flows like the oxygen in the air. I want dreams to come true, talents to be discovered, people to be discovered, to be made, to be born, I want a home for the artistic souls.

Isn’t that crazy?

I’m home now, I’ve elevated and I’ve done some yoga and I somehow managed to write on here. I’d say I got through the day and that’s enough for celebration.

Until tomorrow.