Mental Nightmare

Once upon a time (not long ago) for a while now times have been a bit lean for me an an employee at the Winnipeg Convention Center. A few months ago I requested that I can only work once a week in order to compensate for time for me to study. Long story, short version is that I'm looking for work to fill in the time.

Idiot me I apply as a dishwasher - forgetting the last time I was one I didn't last long and lord knows I was WAY over my head. The one thing I've learned over the years is that repressing memories isn't a good thing when you need to remember something important like avoiding to apply for a certain job. One thing that I have learned as a dishwasher is the 'where' you should be if you want to be one.

After my first and only shift as a dishwasher I twittered, showered and went to bed. Next thing I know is I'm having nightmarish voices in my dreams telling me to quit and BAM enter the nervous breakdown. Being a God fearing man, I did just that and I'm still jilted about it. Only difference is that I'm going to hopefully sleep soundly.

Growing older means only one thing to me - don't ask how and why certain things happen to me, just accept it happens. Technically speaking, I'm still employed - just not as a dishwasher for a certain restaurant. As far I'm concerned I've hit the 'Roger Murtaugh' point in my life in terms of working in the hospitality industry. Somewhere in your life when you start saying that one infamous catchphrase - the little neurons inside the brain are telling you to find something you like doing.

Odd as this may sound but I like doing what I do as a living - whenever that may be. However I also know that I should pursue something productive to make myself happy. For now I going to learn how to survive this mental breakdown one day at a time and hope for better chances at life.