Well, I still have a job. Actually, I am still the rock of the day shift. Should I be happy about that? The owners are trying like realitors to sell the restuarant, and I guess that's a good sign. I'm just a little worried that they will either never go away, or be replaced by someone worse. The devil you don't know is worse than the one you do.
It has gotten colder here at night faster than I expected. My good old army wool blankets are in storage in Newnan, and I have no way to get them. I do have a good beach towel, and an Air France blanket. Those should keep me for a couple weeks until I can afford to get to an army surplus store for a real blanket. My jeans are also in storage. I didn't really expect it to take this long to get established. But I am closing in on paying my bills on time, and a savings account is not far after that.
I am stuck in this restuarant. I am supposed to make it a good place. Once, my sponsor, a truck-driving drunk from Texas, was talking to me about people who move from one AA home-group to another. He told me that if you don't think your home-group is the best, don't take your disfunction to another group, stay where you are and make your group the best. I kind of feel the same way about this place. It is begging for someone to make it better. I know how. In fact, if the owners would get out of the way, I have no doubt that I could double their profit within a month, and beat our competition within two... maybe three, but I know I, and the two other competent people there could do it.
BUT, I don't know that what I think is supposed to happen is what is really best. We will see...
Today I got a beautiful singing, dancing flower for a birthday present from my friend. I will never throw it away.
Yesterday, on my birthday, my mother told me that someone once told her, "god's will is perfect, god's love is sufficient". In the absence of my soulmate, I am willing to try to believe and accept that. I don't believe I will ever find a love like her's, and I think I need to be more receptive to the love I get from,,, god... everyday.
I always thought monks were cool, but I never expected to become one. I just wanted a sailboat.
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