I can check something off the bucket list.
Not something that I thought I should put on the bucket list. Nonetheless, I can check it off.
I was in a room when the sprinkler system went off due to big ball of fire. Yup. A big ball of fire. Check.
Nobody was seriously hurt. Thankfully. But it was still a moment. I wasn't in serious shock. But it was still quite shocking. We tried to put it out with an extinguisher. But the sprinkler system beat us to it.
Just so you know: the water that comes out of the sprinkler system is not clean. Just saying. And just so you know: we continued with the party and none of the guests seemed to even care. It was pushed back an hour. But it didn't seem to phase anyone. Except the workers.
It's weird being in a situation where you think you may catch on fire. It's even weirder feeling the sprinkler system raining down upon you. You feel simultaneously relieved and disgusted by the whole situation. Not that I would want it any different. It's just weird. Weird enough that one of my coworkers took me outside and made me take an moment and breath.
She wasn't exactly my favorite person in the world. But after today, I see her differently. A bit less of a bitch. Weird. Later.
Labels: Thankful, Weird
|Stay in the box.|
I'm doing it again. I'm moving forward too fast. I need to reign it in. I may have to make sure it doesn't get too far ahead. Or it'll just be the same thing again.
I have this knack of making people in charge think that I want to be in charge as well. I can't help but feel that they think that I am interested in being part of the people in charge. I am trying to just work. A little more pay is nice. But I'm not always interested in being responsible.
Suddenly, I am being put in situations where I am in charge. I'm sure it's because of my work ethic and demeanor. It's quite flattering. But sometimes, I just want to show up and work. Not necessarily think. Just work.
I am giving myself 2 years to keep doing what I am doing. Cooking. Just cooking. Making money cooking. Then I'll go from there. But until then, I just want to work. Not necessarily be in charge. I don't mind taking charge. But I don't need to have the title. You know. Later.
Labels: Irritation, Work