I was visiting st Thomas for two weeks. First time there. I was staying with a distant relative I had not known existed until weeks prior. While there I went to hooters with my laptop ordered some wings and used their WiFi. I applied for a job at the marriott. 2 hours after i had left my phone started ringing. I answered and it was a recruiter. They wanted to interview me for the position. So I went and did the interview. I got the job. One year later today. I have my own apartment, living on my own at 23. No complaints I'm living the life. I recently got a raise too so I'm pretty happy. If your ever staying at the Marriott In st thomas I'm the pool attendant. See ya there :)
My sister wanted me to do the vaccuuming at work. I didn't want to but I agreed to do it because lately I've been thinking about how things I don't want to do always end up being good for you. Exercise, eating healthy, helping someone out if it means bad for you etc. I figured I'd get something out of it, like the good feeling of helping out my sister, a little exercise, clean store. While I was vaccuming, the following things happened: I found $2 on the floor, I ran into an old friend I hadn't seen in a long time (I usually work in the storeroom out of sight), I gave a customer useful info only I knew about, a kid dropped some sherbert on the floor RIGHT NEAR where I was vaccuuming (problem immediately solved), and the old vaccuum broke as I was doing the LAST spot!
I was looking for directions on Google Maps and I decided to see if Google ever got around to adding my block for their Street View database. I typed in my address and was surprised to see a picture of my handsome self walking to work in the morning.
I bought a car from a man who would not finish the title work, and I was not allowed to buy tags for the car. A police officer who pulled me over insisted I had "priors" and I went to jail for a few hours. Massive court costs, very traumatic, and I have never been in trouble in my life. A week after getting tags, and paying late fees, I had some repairs done on the car. But it was not enough-- the car was barely running and I sold it for scrap.
I was having a bad day and all I wanted in the world was some Pop Tarts from the vending machine outside my office. I put my money in and the Pop Tarts got stuck. Without even thinking I punched the glass so hard that it shattered right in front of me. I was just standing there with my mouth open, frozen in disbelief. I grabbed the Pop Tarts and ran inside.
I had a contracting company and an architect I did business with before begged me to do the job. I had to have all my guys join the union, had to pay union wages. He got behind in payments. Stuck me for $60,000 and forced me to declare bankruptcy while he did the same thing to another company for $350,000. He basically walked away with his whole building remolded for FREE by screwing people. I dont know if you call that unlucky.
I was on my way to work like any other day, and a few miles before my office building the low tire pressure gauge lit up on my dashboard. So I looked down at it and took my eyes off the road for a few seconds, and during that time I hit a massive pot hole in the street. My front tire nearly exploded, and when I went to get it replaced it wasn't even the same tire that was low on air.