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

State College? No shit. I was born in Clearfield.

Comment by One Wink — Saturday.January.12.2008 @ 4:01 am

And the world keeps getting smaller. Where you at now, Wink?

Comment by grampa — Saturday.January.12.2008 @ 6:52 pm

You should move to the mainland… there’s a larger population of available females, lol. ;)

Comment by theinsider — Sunday.January.13.2008 @ 6:15 am

Yeah, and a lot more heroin, too.

Comment by grampa — Sunday.January.13.2008 @ 9:16 am

it’s a fine life, sez Lord Yow, if….

Comment by Neqq — Sunday.January.13.2008 @ 11:44 am


Comment by grampa — Sunday.January.13.2008 @ 1:02 pm

I’m looking in your window right now. Nice sweats ;-)

Actually, near Pittsburgh. So not that far from “home.”

Comment by One Wink — Sunday.January.13.2008 @ 4:11 pm

I don’t wear sweats. But I grew up about 80 miles north of you, right by Sharon, PA. My moms still lives in Pittsburgh, though.

Comment by grampa — Sunday.January.13.2008 @ 6:44 pm

I thought I’d take a stab at it… I meant “nice Spandex.” Me and your mom are having lunch today…

Comment by One Wink — Monday.January.14.2008 @ 1:15 am

“the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, and leave us nothing but grief and pain instead of promised joy.” – Burns

That quote is far too despondent, so forget I even wrote it, but its way better than the lyrics to I’m Still Standing by Elton John.

Comment by ThisGirl — Monday.January.14.2008 @ 7:16 am

Keep on keeping on. Whatever comes your way, I believe in you & what you need to do for YOU. I certaily hope that you’re able to stay in Hawaii but if it comes to it & you have to move back, you have a lot of friends back here, too.

Comment by emmy em — Monday.January.14.2008 @ 4:38 pm

Maybe more bad, but also more good… and I think you’re good fighting the bad now. Personal opinion. ;P

Comment by theinsider — Monday.January.14.2008 @ 6:06 pm

who said your brain still works? i’ll need to see proof :)


Comment by piglet — Tuesday.January.15.2008 @ 6:38 am

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