The Blog Newhart Show
It's funny how things tend to work out. Not to say that all things do, but in my experience, most do... if they are given ample time. I'm sure not everybody agrees with me. Those who have had their lives cut short due to, let's say war, or drunk drivers, or disease, or domestic violence, these people may be in fundamental disagreement with me. And I certainly do not intend to trivialize their legitimate sorrow. However, I'm in an extremely good mood, a little bit buzzed, and feeling as if I were Born to Blog. NOTE TO SELF: May use "Born to Blog" as blog title in future.
So most things work out is my claim, and convincing you I'm right is my game. Even when things look grim. Let's look at my friends here as examples, ranging from the mundane to the life-altering. Look at Joe for example. He wakes up every morning to drive 40 minutes or so into Santa Monica to a dream job. That in itself is the manifestation of some prior qualm "working out". However, he has gotta be annoyed most mornings, because often times he will forget something here at the house. Since I've lived here has texted me after leaving about 1.) his laptop, 2.) a peanut-butter and jelly sandwhich he left out on the counter, and 3.) a grey sweatshirt he was SURE was in my room but when searching high and low was nowhere to be found. So I found the laptop next to the staircase, I wrapped the PB&J in aluminum foil, and the sweatshirt turned out to be in Jorge's room. All these things worked out for Joe. And you know, he may be down in the Iron Chef: 3260 De Witt contest, but it'll probably work out that his Georgian crazy bread will be awesome.
You see what I'm saying? Mundane, every day things. Do you realize how much works out for you? Do you realize how much worse your life would be if NOTHING worked out for you? So often you hear "Nothing is going my way" and a person gets all down in the dumps on you. I'm guilty of this probably more than most people. Today, I asked Jorge to hang the blinds I bought and I would pay him ten dollars. He gave it a valiant effort and gave up. This did not work out for me, nor him. But do I think I'll never have my blinds up? No. I'll get them up, and maybe he'll help me. Who knows. Madison the freeway chick didn't know who Pat was when he called the other night, right? Wrong. She was just tired and a little drunk. After a few seconds she totally knew who he was. Things work out. Pat got a job today at Enterprise Rent-a-Car. He'll start soon. The other day, he told me that if he chose it, this could be his career for the rest of his life. This is one of those "life-altering" things I was talking about earlier. Joe's left-out PB&J doesn't quite hold the weight of consequence as does Pat's decision to take a job at Enterprise and his actions from here on out regarding that company. But things worked out, you know? You can't doubt it.
A month and a half ago, none of us knew where we were living, but we still moved out here to California. I remember Jorge telling me not long before he left good old Milford, CT that he knew he should be worried about going out without a place to live, or a job, but he wasn't. And he couldn't help but feel that everything would just work out. And it did. We got this awesome place. And Jorge starts at ING Banking on October 23rd. And right now he needs a car bad, and he's figuring out how he should go about doing that, but my guess is it'll all work out for him.
Tomorrow, I'm starting my first day of work as a Production Assistant on the set of a movie that's soon to wrap, Senior Skip Day. Late tonight, Sara (the one who hosted that dinner party) called me and left a voicemail saying that she had some work for me for tomorrow in Burbank. She also said that her and some friends would be meeting at a place called Birds on E. Franklin. I went there and brought the guys. There, Sara told me that soon she'll be starting on another project, and as soon as that starts, I'll have a job. A job that pays pretty well. It won't be Friday, and probably not Monday. But soon after that.
Friday I'm going to check out some car dealerships for leases on cars. I'm a little more confident with that knowing that I will have some paychecks coming in at some point in my future. So that worked out. What's worked out for you lately? I don't care if you have the blade to your wrists right now, SOMETHING has worked out for you and all I'm saying is you have to realize it, appreciate it. Be thankful for it because you might be one of those people I mentioned earlier that might be cut short and it's not worth it to sweat the small stuff.
Man, I tell ya, me, Pat, Joe, and Jorge got a lot goin for us. I have a good feeling, like that feeling Jorge had before he left to travel 3,000 miles from home with basically nothing definite about his future. Everything is going to work out in one of those life-altering ways.
Cherish this because this is the most positive you will ever hear Paul Gulyas speak.
Now for some crazy pictures:
Above: Jorge attempting to hang my curtains before exclaiming: "I'm going to fucking kill people." and quitting.
Above: Pat and Jorge enjoying food from "Tommy's" after a night out at Birds. Pat tought two girls to do the Yayo there. I was not impressed.
So most things work out is my claim, and convincing you I'm right is my game. Even when things look grim. Let's look at my friends here as examples, ranging from the mundane to the life-altering. Look at Joe for example. He wakes up every morning to drive 40 minutes or so into Santa Monica to a dream job. That in itself is the manifestation of some prior qualm "working out". However, he has gotta be annoyed most mornings, because often times he will forget something here at the house. Since I've lived here has texted me after leaving about 1.) his laptop, 2.) a peanut-butter and jelly sandwhich he left out on the counter, and 3.) a grey sweatshirt he was SURE was in my room but when searching high and low was nowhere to be found. So I found the laptop next to the staircase, I wrapped the PB&J in aluminum foil, and the sweatshirt turned out to be in Jorge's room. All these things worked out for Joe. And you know, he may be down in the Iron Chef: 3260 De Witt contest, but it'll probably work out that his Georgian crazy bread will be awesome.
You see what I'm saying? Mundane, every day things. Do you realize how much works out for you? Do you realize how much worse your life would be if NOTHING worked out for you? So often you hear "Nothing is going my way" and a person gets all down in the dumps on you. I'm guilty of this probably more than most people. Today, I asked Jorge to hang the blinds I bought and I would pay him ten dollars. He gave it a valiant effort and gave up. This did not work out for me, nor him. But do I think I'll never have my blinds up? No. I'll get them up, and maybe he'll help me. Who knows. Madison the freeway chick didn't know who Pat was when he called the other night, right? Wrong. She was just tired and a little drunk. After a few seconds she totally knew who he was. Things work out. Pat got a job today at Enterprise Rent-a-Car. He'll start soon. The other day, he told me that if he chose it, this could be his career for the rest of his life. This is one of those "life-altering" things I was talking about earlier. Joe's left-out PB&J doesn't quite hold the weight of consequence as does Pat's decision to take a job at Enterprise and his actions from here on out regarding that company. But things worked out, you know? You can't doubt it.
A month and a half ago, none of us knew where we were living, but we still moved out here to California. I remember Jorge telling me not long before he left good old Milford, CT that he knew he should be worried about going out without a place to live, or a job, but he wasn't. And he couldn't help but feel that everything would just work out. And it did. We got this awesome place. And Jorge starts at ING Banking on October 23rd. And right now he needs a car bad, and he's figuring out how he should go about doing that, but my guess is it'll all work out for him.
Tomorrow, I'm starting my first day of work as a Production Assistant on the set of a movie that's soon to wrap, Senior Skip Day. Late tonight, Sara (the one who hosted that dinner party) called me and left a voicemail saying that she had some work for me for tomorrow in Burbank. She also said that her and some friends would be meeting at a place called Birds on E. Franklin. I went there and brought the guys. There, Sara told me that soon she'll be starting on another project, and as soon as that starts, I'll have a job. A job that pays pretty well. It won't be Friday, and probably not Monday. But soon after that.
Friday I'm going to check out some car dealerships for leases on cars. I'm a little more confident with that knowing that I will have some paychecks coming in at some point in my future. So that worked out. What's worked out for you lately? I don't care if you have the blade to your wrists right now, SOMETHING has worked out for you and all I'm saying is you have to realize it, appreciate it. Be thankful for it because you might be one of those people I mentioned earlier that might be cut short and it's not worth it to sweat the small stuff.
Man, I tell ya, me, Pat, Joe, and Jorge got a lot goin for us. I have a good feeling, like that feeling Jorge had before he left to travel 3,000 miles from home with basically nothing definite about his future. Everything is going to work out in one of those life-altering ways.
Cherish this because this is the most positive you will ever hear Paul Gulyas speak.
Now for some crazy pictures:
Above: Jorge attempting to hang my curtains before exclaiming: "I'm going to fucking kill people." and quitting.
Above: Pat and Jorge enjoying food from "Tommy's" after a night out at Birds. Pat tought two girls to do the Yayo there. I was not impressed.
posted by PJG at 10/12/2006 02:00:00 AM
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