If You Want To Make God Laugh, Make Plans 13 comments

Posted by grampa in the real shit,why I love my job (Saturday January 12, 2008 at 12:26 am)

Yeah, so I had recently drawn up, literally, on paper, what I needed to get done in the next two years that I figured I had at my current job.

God is now laughing.

Apparently, I’m being downsized.  I mean, I got at least a half a year, maybe nine months, possibly  a year, but after that, it’s pau.

Now there are many possible opportunities for me to take out here and I’m looking at this as a growing experience, but, man, today was a tough day.  I really, really wanted a bottle of bourbon.  But I knew that wouldn’t solve anything.

Fortunately, I know a lot of influential people on this island, and this entire culture is about who you know, and I know all the right ones, so SOMETHING will happen.  I might not like it, but something will certainly happen.

What I do know, for the time being, is that I’m going to do anything and everything I can to keep the lights on, food in the fridge and gas in my car.  If I can do all those things, then I’m staying put here in Hawaii.  However, contingency exit strategies are also being considered.

However, to be completely honest, I’m quite terrified of moving back to the mainland.  I’ve never been able to be clean and sober there.  The best years of my life have been here, on this island, with the friends I’ve made here.

I was talking with my Dad tonight and he said, “Kevin, when I put you on that plane in State College, I never thought that I was going to see you alive again.”

Well, papa, I’m not only alive, but thriving.

I’ve managed to crawl through a river of shit and come out clean on the other side.  I’m still standing on my own two feet, I’m in the best shape of my life, I’m completely healthy, My brain still works, I have an incredible skill set and I’m clean.  I know everything is going to be just fine.

Maybe not like I planned, but one door closes, blah blah blah.

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