Three Eyes Open

“All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.”
— Ellen Glasgow

So, I started a new job recently. I’m excited about it, but at the same time, for the first time in years, I’m kind of intimidated. I haven’t found myself in this state of mental limbo, at least as it applies to work, since the beginning of my senior year of high school, when I started at JoAnn Fabrics.

Fabric Nazis.

Of course, back then, my worries stemmed from the fact I had nothing to go on job-wise. I mean, it was my first job after all.

Now, with my job here:

Hotel Barons.

I find the change in specialty is like staring down a long hallway, with the ghosts of two dead girls staring back.

Enjoy your stay at the Lewisville Homewood Suites. Forever and ever.

Interjection: The fucking hotel I work had to have been modeled after the fucking hotel in The Shining, as Jen and I discovered while delivering complimentary copies of USA Today to all of the rooms at about 3am.

Interjection: Yes, you do get a complimentary copy of USA Today.

It’s a new frontier, which has been my ultimate goal for myself over the last couple of weeks. I want to experience new things — things I have denied myself, aware or not — and see what else I may be good at. I mean, so far, my personal employment resume is comprised of the job titles Sales Associate and Freelance Writer/Musician. It would be interesting to see how Hotel Night Auditor stacks against those two.

Granted, the second one would be a much nicer endeavor. However, I have developed certain apprehensions about that as well, but that’s another post for another day.

I think, so far, the biggest stress factor about the job is my adjustment back into being a permanent night owl. One of the things that bogs me down the hardest is not being able to sleep.

Interjection: I occasionally battle insomnia, so imagine how much of a bitch I am during those periods.

Anyway, it’s just one of those things. Uncertainty — not something I personally love, but in this event, it’s coupled with challenge. Since I’m very competitive, even within myself, this should prove to be a fun endeavor.

But, the nagging question still is: Can I do it?

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About Robert L. Franklin

Ah, the About Me section - social networking's excuse for you sounding like an elitist prick. Hmm... what to say? What to say?
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