Wednesday, September 29, 2021

The Fire Rises

These last 2 years have been quite a rollercoaster, emotionally and developmentally. Am I sad that some things happened in certain ways? Of course. But was it necessary for me so that I may become one step closer to being a man and knowing what it is like to be an adult? Of course.

To sum it up, I had my first tastes of a relationship, but that was ended abruptly. It revealed my emotional immaturity as I saw how I reacted to the bad news and how it had negatively impacted friendships. I started my first full time job and managed to learn about work, time management, leadership, and responsibilities. I restarted schooling online at a community college as a cheap way to get back into it and to try a new field to hopefully find some career calling for myself. And I was also fired for the first time in my life, and boy does it suck.

For context, starting mid-September, so really only 2 weeks ago (at least in reality) every Tuesday morning there was an order to be prepared for some local school and to feed the entire school. And it's a large order, but because they listened to me and got the prep work done, it's just a time-consuming task more than anything. Then this week there was a second large order (not quite as large but because of its pickup time, it was large enough). The plan was to start the weekly order first as that's due earlier anyways, then move on to the second one off order.

See, that was the plan. Until I overslept past my alarm and woke up 2 hours later than originally planned, already setting me 1 hour late to my shift. I figured I would try to get ready as quick as possible, get some breakfast in as it's work on my feet all day and I probably wouldn't get to a lunch break until 2pm anyways. Then I get called saying I shouldn't bother coming in. There seemed to be some frustration or anger that came through, and it sounded like the perceived action of my tardiness was an attempt to actively sabotage the business and make it so that orders are completed late or what have you.

So I stayed home. And when I was just chilling and looking at school assignments, I eventually get a call hours and hours later saying I should return my copy of the store key at my convenience. It seems odd considering I am one of two people trained to open at my store's location, but what can I say? I talked with my dad over the phone and we decided I should clarify if this means I am terminated or what since the original schedule had me set to open the store tomorrow and Thursday. The answer was termination. Over one day that I slept in.

It is ultimately a disappointment for the way things are. I've been told that I am the best worker, the most efficient, that my hard work is appreciated. I've also been in charge of countless shifts and been told to open the store solo literally hundreds of times in my 20 months, meanwhile no one else does what I do to some extent unless they either have been full time for longer than I have or they hold a higher position than me being a former shift leader. To think that all this praise and glory would make me think I was set to have a job consistently for a good while and that I'd only stop working there if I had something greater calling to me. That I would leave on my own terms rather than theirs. But alas life isn't always perfect and sometimes the unexpected happens.

To provide some context, here are some stats that I've been keeping track of for my own personal record, but also so that I can some day tell them how much they needed me, and honestly how much they still need me:

220 openings

33.52% of all opens in 1st year (February 12th, 2020 to February 12th, 2021); 120/358 days
-366 days for leap year, 3 days closed for holiday, 3 days closed for power outage (August), 2 days closed for snow

46.30% of all opens during 1st year of opening (June 2nd, 2020 to June 2nd, 2021)
169 openings out of 365 days possible

Now the written out data set is incomplete because my next written update aside from number tracking would've been on February 12th, 2022, as that would close 2 years of being open, and then I can compile and crunch some numbers, otherwise it wouldn't be until June 2nd, 2022, to mark the 2 year anniversary since starting to open. Alas, I won't see either of those dates, not as a Jersey Mike's employee anyways.

But looking at the raw data, the first year the store was open, I didn't even start opening until June which was almost 4 months in. And with that I still do just over a third of ALL OPENINGS. Pre-pandemic, there'd be 5 or 6 openers that I could think of, so in reality most would only have to do 1 open maybe 2 per week, leading to 14-28% (give or take). I am 1 person who didn't start until 4 months of business and I still claimed a third. Then when you track from the day I started opening to 1 year later, that number is just shy of 50%, sitting at around 46%. That's almost a coin flip and I probably opened that day. I am, or was, a One Man Army.

As you can see I am mildly bitter about it because I don't think I did anything wrong. Sure there was a lot of food to be prepped for the orders, but it's not like I deliberately chose today to oversleep. That's the thing about it: it just happens. Obviously if it is a regular occurrence then it's an issue. But a one off? Considering all of the hard work that I put in and kept being praised for? I guess it's just as most people see things (myself included) that you could do 1 million good things, be mildly praised for each time, but the moment you do 1 bad thing, it's noticed and blown out of proportion no matter how much good you may have done or are capable of doing. It's certainly a character flaw for many, but I'll only focus on my own flaws for the long term.

All in all, this blows. Being fired for the first time is tough, but I'll make it through. This wasn't my final destination and I learned all that I could about being in the workforce and being more of an adult than I was before. Does this mean I am finished or done maturing? Absolutely not. I'm only 22, I have plenty of time and lessons ahead of me, and I'm just slightly more prepared for it now than I was before.

Saturday, September 11, 2021

Live With Honor

"Live with honor..."
"Die with glory!"

The chant of the fictional Crusaders in the Overwatch world. And honestly it's not a bad mentality. Upon googling the phrase, there are some people's interpretation that could tie into religion and faith, but that aside, it's not bad to make sure one goes about being honorable to only receive glory on death. To glorify oneself in life is to be selfish and to gratify the self over anything else. To live with honor would be to do things with respect and glory for someone or something outside of the self and to uplift others.

It has only taken me 22 years of life to know that my own status is really locked to be within. Sure people will judge and be judgmental of how they believe your status to be. But to fight for glorification of oneself to hopefully make a rise of their own status is vain and only to feed egos. Now I am not perfect and I can almost guarantee that if given the chance, I'd love to be of high status and to be able to do as I want and please. But I know now that that isn't the life called for myself and I must forge my own honor and disregard those who would waste their time to judge me for my choices and decisions. On the same token, if I'm being questionable or dishonorable, then by all means I should be nudged, but I do think I should begin to find what it means to live with honor.

Today marks the 20th anniversary since the tragedy of 9/11. And in years past I would make a post on Instagram to auto share to Facebook and Instagram, to just write out my thoughts in some attempt to pay my respects. But that would be it. Just those few moments or few minutes coming up with the right words to author something that sounds insightful, wise, caring, and respectful. And maybe they were those things, but what does a simple social media post do? To gain my own gratification from others approving of my nod to those who sacrificed themselves?

Now not to say that today's choice of action wasn't similar to sharing with the world and to potentially gain those same nods of approval and satisfaction, but I'd like to think I made for something more honorable and something that takes more effort and time than a quick post. The action in mind was to honor the firefighters and the heroes who made the difficult climb up the towers as they burned, in an attempt to save as many lives as they could. To climb upwards with dedication and perseverance as they watch many people rush down the stairs to try to flee the burning building. As the world melts around them and they are trying to do their job, they paid the ultimate sacrifice serving something greater than themselves. They didn't go on to save themselves or glorify themselves. They did it to save others, which is one of the most honorable thing one person could do. To fight and sacrifice for another.

As a way to honor and remember the fallen, there are many, many Americans who hop onto a stair master and climb the similar 110 flights of stairs that they climbed back then. Those who are trained or capable climb it in their gear as those firefighters made the climb with their 75+ pounds of equipment on top of their bodily frames. As for myself, I've never used a stair master until today. I hardly do cardio ever, and have only been lifting weights since I returned back to the gym. But today, and even the few weeks leading up to today, I felt some desire to be patriotic and to feel like I could do more to remember, honor, and respect the fallen lives from 20 years ago.

I got on that stair master and fought to make the climb of 110 flights with nothing but myself. So I had it made easy for me. I had access to drinkable water, I wasn't burdened by heavy equipment, I could've stopped at any point and just go home. In fact at the halfway mark of 55 flights, I felt the lactic acid build up and burn that I wanted to quit and to get off. But then I kept telling myself that those brave men and women didn't have a choice. They had to keep going up while everyone tried to go down. As the heat rose and the building's infrastructure and integrity began to collapse. So I said I was not going to get off. That I would finish what I started.


I did slow my pace for a few minutes to catch my breath and give my heart a chance to slow down and catch up on its job. Then I upped the speed back to 60 steps per minute. And I fought my way through, struggling through that grueling task as I understood the weight that those before me had to endure. I also neglected my earbuds as I didn't want to let music fill my mind and distract me so that I could try my best to stay focused. Of course I couldn't stay entirely focused as my mind wanders, but one less distraction is better than nothing.

Eventually the work would be done and I climbed the 110 flights. And it felt good and better to have done something more. Something that required more effort from me than sitting on a plush couch or in a bed as I write out some post that I would likely not look back on until the next anniversary of 9/11. I mean I still documented and posted about it, but at least now there was a better effort committed to it. It was a long and hard 34 minutes and 28 seconds of climbing. I cannot imagine how those firefighters were thinking nor how long their climb was with all that they carried, and to ultimately never return.

All of this to say that I was never seeking honor or glory from this. Yes, I did share my progress and my compiled video that I posted on TikTok and then to my Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat stories to all my friends and family. So yes there was a minor glorification of the self, but I would like to hope I did this more for the respect and honoring of the fallen. Yet, some would tell me my actions today were honorable.

So now I must let the rest be in honor of those lost 20 years ago today, and I must continue to forge my own honor and pathways. Do whatever I can to achieve that in the best ways and to not compromise myself to try to gain honor. To do my best and give it my all.

To live with honor

To die with glory

Eclipsed In Darkness

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