Hidden Talents

Well it's been over a month since my last post and so much has happened since then. I've graduated from Geneseo, moved back home, started two part-time jobs and, hesitantly and slowly, began the long and painful process of job searching and graduate school applications. Needless to say, I've been slacking. I don't like the fact that I have to decide what to do for the rest of my life at 22 years of age. I don't even know what I'm going to be doing in a week let alone in ten years! However, that's a conversation for another day.

I have so much to write about and discuss, and will attempt to be more diligent as time progresses, but I want to start this off by writing down a poem. One of my jobs is as a waitress for the casino and racetrack here in my hometown and it's obviously not very glamorous. Regardless, I have fun with it, going in with a smile every day and engaging in different kinds of conversations with my coworkers and customers. I'm particularly a fan of those who work in the kitchen. I could easily spend my entire shift in there talking with the cooks and others because they're all just so interesting. Maybe it's this sociological lens I view the world through, but I find these people extremely intriguing. For example, take Scott. If I happened to pass this guy on the street, or saw him sitting at a bar, I bet there's no way in hell we'd ever strike up a conversation. It's not that he's this scary looking fella or anything, I mean, you know how you can just tell if you're going to befriend someone? I hate stereotyping situations because I was all about breaking them in high school, and college for that matter (if you could see the friends I had/have from those stage crue days...you would know exactly what I mean-they were actually similar to Scott now that I think about it), but I think I'd be rather intimidated of Scott if I randomly met him out somewhere. Actually, I was very intimidated by him when I first started working at the restaurant. Anyways, I'm glad I got the chance to work with him and get to know him a little better, he's probably the most interesting person I've met there. He has all these facts on Vikings and Egyptology and Pagan symbolism, etc. Just all sorts of things that I've always been a bit curious about but never really got too far into (perhaps this is why I find him to be the most interesting.)

I'm getting way off topic here. Basically, Scott's this really interesting guy and today he wrote me a poem (I say "me" because he gave it to me, but he could've just written it down and...that's a long roundabout story I just don't feel like typing.) The jist of it is, I think it's good. It's a very good poem and I wanted to write it down just how it was given to me and have a copy just in case the paper it's written on ever gets misplaced (I think the grease stains on the paper just gives it more character.)

as season pass

and sands go bye

we search and sieze

all that we can find

for happiness in hands

we grasp

and watch our world

as all callapse

we tread and walk

in shoes for miles

and for one another

at, ease we smile


Peace and Love.