... And What Happens When I get An Idea
I don't mean to blow my own whistle, but if there were more people like me in the world, our economy would be prestine. Today, I decided I was going to get a job. Against all odds in today's economy, I would ride my pink and white bike down the bike path to downtown Algonquin to get as many job appications as I could carry.
Midway through my journey, I came across a few obstacles though. Not only was caution tape surrounding the bridge I had to cross over to get to town (its literally the only way to get there), but upon further inspection, I discovered that the bridge was completely gone, leaving a steep drop into a shallow creek. My hands were full of papers, my ipod, and a cookie for the road. Determined as I was to get this job, I had to weigh my options. I could cross this potential death trap and get to town, but that would have a high risk of casualties and loosing my cookie was not an option. But it was either that or turn around and head back home. I contemplated this for quite a while before I remembered an assignment I had in my creative writng class earlier today. It was Make Your Own Bucket List. A big thing on my list was to do something irrational in hopes for a good outcome, another to have an adventure everyday. Well this was my chance!!! How stupid it would be to cross this 20 foot span of rocky waters on a slim tree branch (no bigger than 7 inches across i estimated) that could give out any minute and risk my darling bike and my backpack of goodies, but here I found my self hoisting my bike up off the ground, throwing my shoes across the creek, and shoving my cookie down my throat. I balanced first one foot, then another on the tree branch, it wobbled a little under my weight but I was able to keep steady. It only took my 6 minutes precisley to get over that creek. I can only imagine what I must have looked like, dress pants rolled up to me knees, bike held high over my head, barefoot and walking like a tightrope walker to the other side of a clearly restricted area. But hey, I was determined.
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| The creek was muddy... my bike endured some hardships, but don't worry, I'll get her cleaned up right away! |
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| My bike, my trusty patner on my many adventures through the bike path. |
I eventually got to town, making my way into various stores and such. To my great delight, I was promised a position at an art studio as an assisant. I really cannot wait for it to start, but one job I wasn't so sure about was a local hot dog/icecream parlor. They called me in tonight to have me start my first day, I didn't even officially apply and I had only first entered the place an hour earlier, but i guess it is pretty hard to resist my charm. But at 6:30, I walked in with high hopes to find myself washing grease stained dishes. No worries though, this girl won't be broken by a little hard work. I was now a working class citizen! I don't really have need for money, but as I have proved, I am all about new experiences. I spent the next four hours cleaning, sweeping, wiping all surfaces of the small building, filling ice cream cones to satisfy countless costumers' sweet tooth, packing fries into bags, readying bags on an assembly line, and of course, manning my main post at the cash register. A certain co-worker of mine, who is not so tiny at all (about 2 of me stacked high, and four of me wide), seems quite amused by me and my 'funny glasses' and 'free spirit', I'll admit I was a little intimadated by him at first. He actually reminds me of Lenny, from Of Mice And Men, minus the whole mentally challenged part. But man, do these people know how to swear, and talk dirty. I am an awkward person, but these guys treat me like one of the guys, yet constantly mention my petite size. I have never met people like this, only seen them in movies. I'm not sure about this job but who knows? Maybe I'll adjust and work there afteralll, the point is, without my random spur of the moment, determined, stuburn decision to get a job agaisnt all odds, I wouldn't have had this completely random, unique night. Waking up this morning, I had not expected today to have turned out in such a manner, but here I am again, proven wrong by the universe. So thats how I successfully became a part of this nation's economy, working for minimum wage in a privately owned bussiness. Today's lesson? Be adventurous, because you never know what will end up happening or who you will end up meeting. And never let a broken bridge stand in the way of your heart's desire!
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