Changes

Changes, we all know what that means, but at the same time it is entirely vague.



For me, changes are very real. Just recently I've had a major change. I was laid off from work.



Let me summarize it briefly.



I had been done from school for sometime. I moved to find work and volunteered in my free time while searching for work. I had two offers at the time I found work. One I turned down because the circumstances made me quite suspicious. I chose the other because I volunteered as hard as if I was being paid, and frankly i was tired of working for free.



So I take the job. Signed the contract without negotiating.



Next thing, I was on a plane to Miami. It felt great but at the same time scared. I've never been there, I've never travelled this far from home by myself. When I got to the airport, I got a map from the rental and found my hotel. Right after I got my hotel, I got right back in my rental, neon, and when to pick up some reds and drinks. I went to a Rite-Aid, which I chose because franchising does work. I felt right at home when I saw it. Didn't sleep much that night, because I was anxious about the next day.



Got up the next morning, dressed professionally and made my way to the office. I'm good with planning my way around. Parked at work and as I pulled in my new co-trainee arrived.



My new employer had made me aware that I would be training with someone. Just a hunch, but I had a feeling it was her. I looked past two sets of side windows, and noticed the silhouette of a very attractive woman. When I got out of the car, that silhouette was confirmed. She was Ms. Americaesque. Perfect height, about 5'5" and perfect weight. Perfect figure, perfect hair, sandy blond, straight to her collarbones, smooth and silky. Her complexion was perfect. She had skin like the early Italian depiction of Venus. Her smile was bright, nose cute like a young Meg Ryan. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel. My point is that she was enough to shake out all anxiety.



Whenever a great looking girl is around, I enjoy doing better than the next guy.



I'll never forget that girl. But back to work. I got a huge manual with scripts. I was instructed to read the scripts and memorize them. Move to a different city to train at another facility. It was around Christmas time. What a great gift, my first real job experience and I got to travel. I didn't expect that gift to last forever, but at the time I didn't even realize that it was a gift. At this next city, Tampa, I drove a dodge intrepid.



Two weeks there at a hotel in a new city. Tampa during that time of the year was beautiful. I still remember cruising the town admiring the lights on buildings reflecting off of the rivers that dissected road from land. It was amazing.



Hugged the co-trainee, won't forget that, ever. Looked forward, looking forward to talking to her again. Made my way home for Christmas, and flew back out to Cali for the holidays. Got back into town and had a nice new year. For some reason, I can't remember what I did.



Went for some more training in a cali office, sucked there because this new co-worker was so odd. Finally got my own space, where majority of my next two years went.

Learned the business, got paid some money, not enough from my point of view. Made it a routine.

Now back to the present moment, getting laid off broke the routine. I'm liberated from that routine now, but feeling scared like when I got on that plane to Miami the first time. What's out there?

What's out there is the question I'm asking myself throughout the day. But the thing I should change in my life at this time is to rephrase the question to:

How can I make the most of the current situation?

How can I make the most of this current situation?

What can I do with these circumstances?