Happy Days

As I was trying to think of a title for today, the theme of Happy Days came into my mind. Can you believe that there are generations now that won’t even know what that is?  They won’t know the Fonz, or Pottsy. That makes me kind of sad.

A long time ago, I realized that I wanted to share my wisdom with others. (No, I’m not saying I’m wise. But I’ve got things I think will interest people. )  Tidbits if you will. Some where some day, someone will need to know what I share. I figured either on a game show, or in a game of trivial pursuit, or it could be a crossword puzzle. Or it could be the one thing you use to start a conversation.  : )

I enjoy this.  I truly do.

With that being said, I’m going to move on to the next topic. My post from yesterday. it had been 24 hours since I’d sent that text, which had really bothered me. I’m okay now, because it really isn’t worth it.

Why it bothered me so much, I wondered for weeks if I should even try. I was thinking that would have been a great opportunity to get to know someone. It didn’t need to be on any level what so ever, I really did just want to shoot some pool and have a beer. I had no one subject in mind to talk about, and it sure as hell was NOT going to be the place we worked at. I really just wanted to know him.

But he didn’t even bother to respond.  That’s why it bothered me. Someone I had thought quite highly of, and respected him. He was probably one of the few.  So yeah, I guess that it hurts.  I knew it hurt when I had this master plan of trying to track down 5FDP when they are here in July.  Not going to lie, as that became clear, I realized that I was only thinking about that was because I was hurting right now.

Ivan’s my reality meter. When I start planning ways to try to meet him, I realize something in my reality  hurts pretty bad.

The last few weeks have been rough. I didn’t realize it until Friday, when everything was settling in. I’m starting a new job on Monday, and I am thrilled about it. It’s for a company in walking distance, doing something I know I’m good at.   After they offered me the job, I found that they hadn’t contacted any of my references. So I ever kicked some serious bootie in my interview, or they called my former employer.  Either way, it kind of messed with me.  I’m confident that they contacted my former boss when I was in the recovery dept, since this new company and the old company once did a lot of business together.    If they did that, he must have put his stamp of approval on me.

I was thinking about that stamp of approval a lot over the last few weeks. I’d never went into a company with someone else’s recommendation. None of my former bosses had ever done such a thing for me.  I can’t help but think that this time, I will be.

That makes me feel pretty damn awesome, to tell you the truth.  So that means, all I have to do is go in and do what I’d been doing. And that’s a kick ass job, doing what I enjoy.

I don’t have the confidence to think that this was all me. There’s no way. I’m awesome and all, but I think he sealed my deal.  He told me once “I got your six, Cherri.” I didn’t believe him after a few things that had happened. But over 2 years later, I guess he does.

Can’t help but be appreciative of that.

On that note, have a great day. I’m off to finish up my house work. I am so excited for my new job. I can walk to work, I intend to only use the car in major rain or snow.  Seriously, if I drive I will feel guilty. I am very excited to know that my car is going to be one that will be parked on those bad air quality days. That makes me proud of myself 🙂

Peace!  Thanks for stopping by. 11990523_970368662986658_6271715987596877320_n

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