Friday, February 4, 2011
40DLD-19: Laughing at myself
I delivered pizzas for 13.5 hours today, earning $161 in tips and mileage, in addition to my hourly rate (which, after 4pm, was overtime). I personally brought in $1,040 of the store's $6000-7000 in revenue today. Why is it so busy? Because, for the second day in a row, local schools have been closed on account of inclement weather. No, not snow, the chance of snow. In actuality, school was canceled because it got cold and wet. And, like I said, it was the second day in a row. Yesterday, people were not sure if we were open, so orders trickled in (yesterday was busy, too) and came more steadily; today, however, our lunch rush was like a usual dinner rush. People knew we were open, and therefore made a point of calling in.
All because it might snow.
My friend Jason Thompson texted me last night asking, "How many people order pizza on a night like tonight?" My response: "All of them."
And why do I have a job where I work this hard? Because I want it. Ultimately, deep down inside of me, I want it. I like it. I was almost ready to go at the end of today, and it looked like I was done, but things blew up again. I was out of gas both figuratively and literally, but then a second wind (and 4 gallons of gas) hit and I was ready to go as many more as I needed to. Thankfully, that 41st run of the day was the last. This is a record I may not see again for awhile. But still, for whatever reason, I like hard work; I'm validated by the fact that I can handle it, especially when I had so many naysayers throughout my life telling me I was weak. And so, I walked right into this situation with my eyes wide open.
I have to do that to some extent. I wanted to post a blank blog for today, but felt like I couldn't do so without some form of explanation that it was indeed an intentionally blank blog, but I knew I couldn't let myself get away with not making that into an entire blog post itself. And here, I have written almost an entire paragraph on it.
So you, wherever you are, laugh at yourself. It's cool. You do funny things, too, because you're human. Go ahead, you have my permission.