Trips to Tucson, Mom

I just got back from Tucson. I was there to visit my Mom. She’s almost like an invalid. She can barely do anything. Even talk. I wonder how much of her brain is functioning normally. Possibly her brain is normal but her physical body is almost non functional. And seeing all this reminds me of my own destiny. Everyone’s destiny. I’ve gotten used to it. We went out both nights I was there. Two different restaurants that serve sushi, because she has no teeth and can’t chew. Luckily she loves sushi. I love it, too. I wanted to see my Aunt Mimi while there, but she was under the weather. She likes to drink so maybe she was just hung over. Flew my drone a few times. In random places above the city and above the party part of town, 4th street. Things have changed, for sure. But I still recognize a lot. For example Che’s Lounge, a bar I use to frequent, is still open.

“She works hard for a livin’ so you better treat her right”

Everybody treats me well at work. They look up to me, but I haven’t tried to make this happen. All I try is to work hard and earn my paycheck. But all this praise has been heaped on me and they think I’m a great worker and all the while I tend to think that I don’t do enough and that I may be fired any day. This negative perception spurs me to work harder. Not only are all the our numeral stuff conected psychologically with all many of politics, but we work in a party environment. This leads me to believe that I can take this skill higher to other rhelms, other work places. I could be a manager and manage personalities and egos.

Long Shifts

Just worked a long shift, an 11 hour shift. I was supposed to work 3 to 12, nine hours, but the other barback called in sick so I worked a double, so to speak. And we were in the weeds from hour 5pm on. It was tough, but I enjoyed it. Surprisingly at my 46 years, I never run out of energy. And the work spurs me to have more energy and go harder. I see lots of good-looking people drinking and having fun, but I’m too dialed in on work to have fun with them.

Evolving along with Roommate

Me and my roommate, ol’ Gio, had a “Meeting of The Minds” meeting on the 15th. He suggested that we do it at “Base Camp” which I was happy he suggested this. Base Camp is a new spot, about an acre of land in Little Haiti, on which are a few food trucks, stages, art exhibits, a lawn, chill spots, two bars, and a giant chess board and bathrooms. At Base Camp we went to the “Sultan’s Tent” A chill spot with lots of cushions. Honestly, it’s fabulous and it’s so good we should have to pay money to even sit there. This meeting we talked about Goals and to hold each other accountable. So I prepared a ‘power point’ presentation. It was a hit. Here’s a screenshot.

Conclusion:
Man, I’m still positive that there’s some success around the corner. And romance!