For two months, I've been a delivery driver for Pizza Hut.
For two months, I've been surviving the best I can. I make minimum wage, and I get irritated at people constantly. I'm forced to drive my pickup truck right now, because my Dad's Explorer broke down and I can't afford to fix it yet.
But despite all this, I'm happy. Really, truly, Happy.
I got offered a sort of side job today. My friend is a groundskeeper for a Doctor in Rogers, and the workload is meant for 3 people. So, he asked me for help on Friday. I'm fat, and don't handle heat too well, but I think I'm gonna do it. I need more money and I need to be physically active.
Despite all my blustery words, I haven't had the energy since starting my job to work out. I barely manage to clean. And my air conditioning is broken, so cleaning's become a chore now. But someone upstairs must be looking out for me.
My parents received a phone call today. The lawsuit my step-mother has been in for three years has had a breakthrough. The company we're sueing has settled. In the next 72 hours, my parents and I will have enough money to fix the AC and to pay for repairs to the SUV. We'll be back on steady ground.
I never believed in religion. It wasn't really my sort of thing. God? Silly. Allah? Get out of town. Buddah? Smart man, but no deity to be sure. But something helped me today.
And for that, I am very grateful.
Good day, my friends. I hope things are looking up for you as much as they are for me.
