I didn’t usher in the new year. 2015 left some time ago. 2016 came right in through the door at about 12:06 on the first. He kicked off his slushy boots on my mat, sat down in the recliner next to me while I was playing Terraria and said, “Sup.”
“Not much,” I said.
“Amazewife isn’t home yet,” he said. “And I’m not kissing you, so don’t ask.” He pulled a broken iPhone 5 out of the front pocket of his blue hoody, pulled the lever on the footrest and made himself at home.
“So, what’s in store, 2016?” I asked while practicing my emerald hook skills.
He didn’t look up from his phone. He just raised his eyebrows, shook his head and sighed. It wasn’t a bad sigh. It wasn’t a good sigh. It was a deep sigh.
Needless to say, I didn’t make any resolutions. Not then. Now I am. After listening to Dave’s amazing hour on setting goals, I haven’t stopped simmering.
I went into my shift tonight thinking about goals and what I wanted to see happen. This blog was on my mind.
About an hour in to my shift, I had an idea:
What if I shared my blog with my customers?
I got back to the store and asked the new Leff-tenant what she thought.
“I don’t know if I mentioned, but I write a blog about this job,” I said.
“Yeah, you did,” she said. She focused on me despite calculating which step she was on in the pizza making process. Her voice was enthusiastic despite the bustle.
“Is it against company policy for me to write the path to my blog on receipts?” I asked.
Her eyes glazed over. I saw the wheels of the management machine in her mind whir up real fast as she processed.
“I don’t see why not, but I don’t have any idea. That’s a question for Cap’n.”
I called Cap’n during a lull. No answer, so I left a message. She got back to me twenty minutes later.
“I always say that if I don’t know the answer, I will find out,” she texted. A few minutes after that, she informed me that the Admiral gave her a ‘go’.
“That was fast. Thanks, Cap’n!” I shot back. From then on, I wrote the path to my blog on the receipts.
If you are a customer that received such a receipt, welcome! Thanks for visiting. Make yourself known. I hope you enjoyed the food I delivered to you. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to finance my family’s freedom.
“Freedom from what?” you might ask.
Debt. A victim mentality when it comes to finances. Enslavement to the never-ending stream of emergencies we never prepared for in the past.
We’ve started a hard climb to freedom. I took this job to rid myself and my family of the burden of slavery to someone else’s bottom line. We paid down our last credit card over a year ago. We haven’t added any more consumer debt to our names in over two.
No more student loans. No more credit cards. No more car loans. Nothing.
We want cash. Giving. Experiences. Wisdom. That sort of thing.
I hope you enjoy my stories. I do. My family does. A small collection of my friends and their acquaintances do. Most of the time. With your help, more of Omaha can, too. Check out the top five posts on the right of this page. Or you can always start at the beginning. And don’t forget to like and share my Facebook page (also on the right, at the top.)
I’ll post my goals for this year in another entry, once I hash them all out. For now I’m going to go find 2016. Maybe I can convince him to get a job. And to stay out of the hot chocolate.
ROE INTENSE
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