This is just for fun, that's all…

You say let it go,
You say let it go,
You say life is waiting for the ones who lose control.

Tenth Avenue North’s Mike Donehey wrote that.

So today I applied for a job. A busser at a restaurant. I had been one almost six years ago.

“Oh, no, that was six years ago. We don’t want you” said the guy who was interviewing me.

My question is, “…What? Has bussing really changed in six years?”

“Well, let us open, then reapply. If we think you’re trainable, we’ll hire you.”

So I get in the car, and Mom knew right off the bat that they didn’t want me. So then, she starts telling me that I’m not getting out there and getting a job and I’m not doing anything. I think I have applied to about ten jobs in the past three years. That’s…not a lot, now that I think about it. Anyway.  I told her, “This is one door that only God can open.  No one else can open it.”

“What job do you want?” she asks me.
“My dream job” I answer.
“And what is that?”
“Merchandise manager.”
“Oh, so we’re on that again?”
“We’ve always been on that.”
“Well, you should focus on selling the merchandise first, then becoming a manager.”
“There is only a manager, there are no assistants. The assistants would be the people who volunteer.” Like I know, right? But that did keep her quiet for a minute.
“Well, I wouldn’t hire you. You don’t look like what people want. You don’t look the part, and you’re not energetic, and you don’t like to help. I wouldn’t hire you.”

This is where I get out my list.

  1. First of all, no one is hiring me, because everyone I talk to, already have merchandise managers.  
  2. do help.  I do help count the merchandise and help pack it up and wheel it out.  Honestly, that’s the only thing they have ever needed my help for.  And you know what?  I do it.
  3. I can’t believe she said I don’t look like what people want.  Are you KIDDING me?!

So I go to class, and my friend, who just happens to be in a band, and who just happens to maybe, possibly, be going out on tour this summer, and who just happens to love me (I love you too), tells me that, if things go well and God pours his blessings on the whole situation, I just might become a merchandise manager this summer.

BAM!

So I come home, and tell Mom, and I can tell she remembers what she said.

I swear to God.

The reason I put up that song is because I figure out that if I stop trying to get away from where I am, and just be glad that I am where I am, then things will work out.

Well, I just “lost control” of my life, and my life was waiting for that moment.

The minute you let go and stop trying, the faster that thing that you’re trying to get to, will come to you.  I can’t tell you how many times this has happened to me.  And I can’t tell you how many times I forget this.  So please, for me, never forget this.

Good bye.

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