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Welcome back! It has been so dang long and I do apologize for that. It has been the roughest year of my young life, and that has caused me to not want to write. But nonetheless, we are back in action. I won’t be posting nearly as much as I use to, but know that you will be getting a blog 4 out of 7 days. This is solely because posting 7 days a week is just too draining and I don’t want to find myself hating this again. Not that I could ever hate you, guys. Wink, wink! Also, with the change of the schedule, I will also be giving this blog some direction. This will help you guys know what is going on at all times and will finally give this blog a name. For most of this blogs existence, I have posted whatever comes to mind, which can be hard to pull in outsiders, since people only read what they think will affect them. In this “Revival” of “Impromtdude” We will be leaning more towards encouragement. Meaning 2 of the 4 post will be uplifting messages to help you guys get through the day, then the other 2 days will be reviews, promotions, writing prompts, thoughts, lessons, or anything else I can think of. I really feel that will bring life back into this keyboard, and will give you guys encouragement to face your demons. I have to say that I am glad to be back and I hope you enjoy the upcoming projects, as I am excited to share my thoughts and talents with you guys. Thank you for reading!

Don’t let toxic people ruin your shine.

When I was going up, I lived with my mom. At 7 years old, you are looking to your parents for the right and wrongs. You are over being that toddler that is running around the house, and you aren’t quite the man that is taking girls out. You are right in the middle. These are the times that you really need a strong backbone to know what is wrong and right and you need that person to push you in the right direction. She wasn’t this, though. She taught me, at such a young age, that hate is good and that you must judge everyone on their actions. Most of her lessons were, of course, about hating my dad, as she taught me that he wasn’t around because he was a bad father, not because she had a restraining order on him. She also taught me that it was okay to steal, lie and cheat. This led me to lying to people, cheating in class, and stealing (to the point of being banned from a gas station at 8 years old!) This went on for many years. When I grew up, I ended up being like her in many ways. I would blame others when I didn’t get my way, I lied to girls to get what I wanted, and I got in trouble for stealing; all things that she taught me because she was a toxic person.

This was all said to tell you that you don’t need or want toxic people in your life. They will tear you down and only will use you for their pleasure. They don’t care about you or how you feel; they only want what they can get. If you stop giving it to them, then they will leave you and treat you like they treat everyone else. You will become nobody in their eyes, because they won’t be able to use you as a puppet.

Toxic people come in many forms; boyfriends, girlfriends, best friends, bosses, coworkers, and most importantly family. Anyone in your life can be toxic. Toxic people just want everyone to be as miserable as they are. Boyfriends will use words to cut down their girlfriends (and vice versa,) usually telling the girl that she is ugly, fat or stupid. This is usually in attempt to make her feel so low about her own self that she would never think about leaving him. Your coworkers can be toxic by the way they talk to you or about others. Getting that promotion is their only goal, and they will do anything to get it, even putting you through the ringer. They also take time and gossip about your other workers, mainly to make themselves look better, which can make the workplace dangerous and full or drama, which was their goal all along. Drama is soul food for these people. But one type of toxic person, one that we didn’t think should be on this list, is your family. Family is supposed to be there in thick and thin. They are supposed to support your feelings, your dreams and also should see your side of the story. They should understand that you aren’t always going to like someone or agree with everyone. They should show you the love that you always gave them. This isn’t always the case, though. Some families are full of drama seeking  hateful judgers that want everyone to hear them, but never want to listen. Such as my mom, they want everyone to see their side and only their side. They will do everything in their power to convince others that you are wrong and that they are right. Most families will break apart because of the toxicity feelings.

What should we do about toxic people? CUT THEM OFF. Don’t let your boyfriend talk to you like he does, remove yourself from conversations will negative people, and if you need to, cut your family off. You have a life to live, so don’t let others bring you down. Life is too stressful to allow others to fill you will negative thoughts and feelings, so cut them off. You will never change their mind; you will never do them justice. Every word that you speak will go in one ear and out the other, so stop wasting your breath. Get a knife and cut the ties, because you will be happier that way! I saw a big change when I cut my mom off. She wanted to blame my dad for my bad childhood and wanted to tell me that it was his fault, but I knew the truth. The truth was that she was just hateful and wanted to avoid being the blame, so she pushed it on someone else. I thought that I could pull her up and show her that no one was to blame fully, but I saw quickly that she was pulling me into negativity, and if I didn’t release her hand then I would become the same type of person. It won’t work! You put yourself at risk anytime you try to pull these people out of their toxicity! But it is so easy to pull you down.

I have seen so many toxic people in my life, but that is also why I don’t talk to that many people. I don’t dance with snakes and I don’t drink with fools. Being around toxic people is as dangerous as dancing in the middle of a freeway, you will eventually be flattened! Don’t let that happen, though! Get up, cut those people off, and live your most positive life. It will be hard to cut these people off, especially at the family level, but you need to do it.  Stop letting them ruin your most happy days, take them back already!

Thank you for all your support. This is my first time writing a blog in almost a year and dang did it feel so good. I miss this feeling. I will have something up soon to tell you guys what will be posted and when. I have a few big projects coming in the next few weeks that I will need your help on, ill post more details soon. Thank you for the support and I love you.

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I had this amazing post ready to be written. It was going to be huge, as Donald would say. But as I was about to write it, something kept me from doing so. I was unable to find my music player; my tablet. This is something that I can’t write without, because I find it hard to concentrate without music. I looked all over the house for it, I started with my desk, which is a dang mess. I destroyed my desk in hopes that I could find the tablet, but the more I turned things over, the more I noticed that it wasn’t under the piles of papers, games, and empty soda bottles.

This got me to thinking about where it could have went. As I was getting mad, I remembered watching Hells Kitchen while making the Thanksgiving Turkey, so I walked into the kitchen and started to flip things over, just wanting to find the tablet, so I could get this blog post written and get to bed, since I have to be up super early tomorrow. But I couldn’t find the Tablet in the kitchen, either. I was irritated at this point. After minutes of walking through the house, I finally gave in and woke my wife up. I didn’t want to wake her up, because she has problems getting to sleep, but I saw the time beginning to fly away, so I knew I needed to do it. I went into the room and asked her to keep her eyes close (so I can turn the light on) which woke her up immediately.

I knew I was doomed when she started to talk. She asked what was going on, so I explained that I couldn’t find the tablet, and that I was going to check the room. She grunted and told me to hurry and find it. As I was looking through our belongings, she told me that she heard it in the kitchen on Sunday. I tried to explain that I already checked there, but she insisted that I checked again, so I got up from the floor and walked into the kitchen. After a while of searching, again. I was getting really angry, this is when I realized I didn’t check one thing; under the plate on the counter. I walked over to this plate that was sitting on top of buns, when I lifted the plate, I saw the black tablet lying under the plate.

I found it! But when I looked at the time, I realized that I just spent a hour looking for the tablet and that I needed to get to bed. That is when I plugged in the tablet and went to bed (right after posting this, which makes no sense. If I was needing to get to bed, then why did I write this, and if I was going to write, why didn’t I just write the original post? What a dang fail….*FacePalm!*)
Have a great night, guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Dear Bad waitress:

    WE didn’t leave you a tip for many reasons, even though you thought you deserved one. The main reason was because you suck at your job, hell that whole store sucks. Let me take you through my experience and reveal just why we didn’t leave you a tip.

We walked in with a group of ten people. We are all generous tippers, that usually go off how well someone works. I have tipped up to 50 dollars, but I also refuse to tip someone that fusses about a group of people. Don’t think I didn’t hear your remarks when we first walked in. You didn’t want us there, because you didn’t want to work, so you muttered “Can someone else take this group, I don’t want it?” It showed.

We sat down and waited a few minutes for you to greet us. You didn’t smile when you asked how our night was, and you didn’t attempt to spark any kind of conversation. This isnt that big of a deal, until you didn’t bring us our drinks. We waited 15-minutes to get our drinks, well two of the ten, that is. You gave them their orange juice, but didn’t bother to bring the other drinks? My wife waited 20+ minutes to get her water, now that is ridiculous. Also, how the hell don’t you have sweet tea? Or milkshakes? I can understand the milkshakes, but sweet tea?

The drinks were redeemable. I was still in the mood to give a tip, even though you interrupted me while ordering. You allowed me to order one of my two items before going on to the next person. The chili cheeseburger was a pretty big sandwich, but I also wanted to buy a order of tatter tots smothered with Jalapeños, cheese, and sour cream. But I believe I dodged a bullet with your rudeness, because the hamburger was gross enough to force my drink down, quickly. This is when you lost the tip. It’s your damn job to refill my drink, as many times as I need! I shouldn’t have to flag you down to get another drink, especially at 2.19. My father-in-law never got a refill on a soda that price.

Finally, we didn’t leave a tip because of the price of a single hamburger patty. My cousin bought an extra patty, thinking it was only $1.50, but it came out to $4.59. We thought it was a bit pricey, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that you didn’t give two shits about our question. Instead you decide to tell us that you didn’t know, as you continued to check him out, without even trying to solve the problem. You didn’t say “have a good night,” instead you muttered a phrase that I hope takes your damn job. You were caught muttering “Ten damn people came up to pay, not a damn one gave a tip.”

You don’t deserve a tip. You were the rudest waitress, ever. Being pregnant I thought you would want your job, but I couldn’t see it on this night. All I could see is a self-righteous woman that believes they deserve a tip, no matter what their service is like. You are a free loader and the reason I will never visit your Denny’s again. You’re lucky I even paid for my food, fool.

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     I want to bring an old post back up. This post might have been shared before, but it still is something that I feel can help people. I dealt with a lot in the organizations of Religion and this post goes through my struggles. I want to make a follow up to this blog, so expect that soon. Until then, enjoy this post!

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Impromts Top Ten: Im going to hell!

I spent ten years in one church. That’s more time in one church than most spend in a church their whole lives. I would attend (or attempt to) every Sunday and Wednesday. On top of that, I would attend other church functions such as: Prayer nights, youth rallies, Christian concerts, and anything else that had to do with Jesus.

At the time it was nice, I had a family that I could count on in the church, yet something deep down was missing, something that I needed to survive. I found this school, and decided if I wanted to stay a Christian I had to go!

Let me be brutally honest; I went to college to escape the fact that I was failing as a Christian. I wasn’t feeling anything in the church I was attending anymore; I had gone cold to the feeling of God. Seeing myself dying, I had to make a quick decision. I signed up for World Revival Church School of Ministry. I got accepted, now let me tell you this, I honestly did start feeling God more while College got closer. I almost told them I wasn’t coming because of that fact.

I pushed through the doubt and packed my stuff, which was hard since my best friend stayed with me the night before departure. But I had to do it, Jesus wanted me to anyways, or so I thought. I said goodbye to my father, jumped in my car, and headed west for Kansas City, Missouri.

I could explain why I didn’t last there, but there will be a post inLetters To The Chapel that will explain all the juicy details! It’s actually a good story that you should read when it’s posted. It will give you a different view on life!

Fast-forward—à>>>>>

I met my fiancé in March after coming back from College. Everything was still fine with church; I was focusing on my career in Youth Ministry. My pastors were including me in the service, which is what I always wanted.  On top of all of that, I was feeling God again! Then the walls fell over.

I got called in the office one Wednesday night by the pastor, which for me was never a good thing. They heard by a birdie that I was staying with my girlfriend (Now fiancé). This was true, but there were good reasons. They wanted me to tell them personal points in our relationship that I wasn’t willing to share. The conversation ended with me resigning from the church, and the pastors asking if they can pray that my girl and I would split up!!!!! I quickly exited that church….

In less than a month after that incident all my friends from church told me they couldn’t be friends, and I decided to continue my life, until a woman from the church stuck her nose in it. I made a status on Facebook saying that everything sends you to hell if you go by what the church says. She commented that I was going to hell due to living with my fiancé…like really? Am I?

Should I have broken up with the love of my life because they felt I was in the wrong? Am I overreacting? And most importantly should I feel bad for not going to church? Or Should I repent in the name of the Holy Lord above, so he won’t strike me dead?

Am I a bad Christian?

Today I want to hear from you! What stories do you have that regard the church, either happy or sad! I want to hear! Leave them in the comments!!!

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    We have people here today, they are giving us new windows. This is great and all, but also very annoying. I hate house repairs and this is why:
     1. My dog- The most annoying thing is my dog wants to join in. He has to know what’s going on, all the time. This is especially annoying when new people are around. Also, they are removing windows and going outside constantly, so he has to be tied up. He hasn’t stopped crying since they started…

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     2. Somehow I always get hurt- I cut myself on one of the windows, but this isn’t new. I always find a way to hurt myself. This could be from a stubbed toe to a slit wrist. But it always happens!

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     3. The clutter/mess- Construction is messy, and some don’t know how to clean up. I had a set of construction workers leave my house looking like Christmas after a door installation! Luckily these guys are smart, but this house is still cluttered!

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      4. The noise- I hate the loud bangs and constant pounding. You can’t concentrate on anything, you can’t talk on the phone and you can’t sleep. Your life is put on hold for a few long hours.

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      5. The people! Today, I had three men come into my house, didn’t say hi and went straight to work. I love that they aren’t wasting any time, but damn! Atleast say hi! I mean, you are a stranger in my house and you can’t even have enough respect to say anything? Instead, you look at me like I’m crazy, like I’m the one inside your house uninvited.

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      I am glad this is almost over, so I can finally go back to my normal life. I hate clutter, so today isn’t the day for me. I thought I would share for you guys. Please tell me, how do you deal with repairmen? Comment below?

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I am so pissed.

McDonald’s went ahead and did it again. They changed something that I am angry about, as you might be as well. It’s typical for any big chain to change something, eventually. It is about keeping up with the crowd and adapting to what people like. The problem is McDonald’s doesn’t know what their people want. People want more choices, they want new choices, so what does MDs do? They shrink their menu to a few basic choices. What happened to the BBQ Ranch burger, Buffalo ranch Mcchicken or the Angus wraps? They disappeared when they started to become great. But none of these previous items compare to what McDonald’s did recently. In my region (Central Illinois) the Co-op McDonald’s decided to go with a new gravy.

The gravy that we had before was a powder that we added water to, then we wool chop up cooked sausage and throw it in. This was the best gravy since it tasted like it was homemade. But now, we are going to this new frozen gravy. I nearly punched the woman (On the phone) when she told me. I pleaded with her to send us a case of the powder gravy, but she said they discontinued it and that it was unavailable. This forced us with this crap. When we first got the gravy, I opened up the case and saw that it was darker and it said it was mild gravy meaning that it was hotter. I didn’t have a good feeling about it, but time could only tell.

We finally ran out of the powder gravy so we had to make the frozen gravy. I didn’t want to be a huge douche about it, since I never tasted it, so I decided to get a biscuits and gravy. (This was paid by McDonald, thank God for working there…) This is when I thought “oooooo…I could do another food review.” Here we are, ready to dip into the gravy.

First, let me start off by saying that the gravy doesn’t look any different when cooked. When it was frozen it seemed to have a dark brown tint to it, but that goes away when cooked. The Biscuits also changed, they are now bigger and softer! Next, the smell is quite the same, yet this gravy does have a distinctive spice smell to it. The gravy is thicker than the other gravy, which is great to me as I like it thick (Giggity.) This all doesn’t matter if it doesn’t meet my standards of taste.

I took a bite of the Biscuit and Gravy and didn’t taste anything different at first, but slowly the new spices came to me. The more I ate, the more that my throat started to have a light burn to it. The heat wasn’t anything to me, as I eat hotter, but for an old couple, they might not find it as great as me. The sausage wasn’t that great, the sausage was dark and looked nasty, it also didn’t taste like sausage. If anything it tasted like a cardboard! I found that the gravy was only made up from the actually gravy, the sausage didn’t give it an extra flavor or anything, it seemed it was only there for show. Also the gravy didn’t taste homemade, which really blows since that was the biggest thing I loved about the old gravy.

Overall, the Biscuits and gravy was good. I could tell that the gravy wasn’t homemade, which is a big let down. I feel that most customers love that our gravy taste homemade, prompting them to get it. The spice is unneeded. I could understand the spice if they were a smaller venue, as they don’t serve to millions, but this is McDonalds where old people come to enjoy a quick breakfast. The spice could limit the amount of buyers, since not all elderly couples can have spicy food. Other than that, I could only sum this whole change up in one phrase “It’s McDonalds.” They are always seeming to change, which some are good, but this time they messed up. I might have liked it, but I know most won’t. That’s the tough part about food, some will and some won’t. Either way, I would recommend this to the younger crowd, but would advise elderly and children to stay away. My score is 5/10. Do better next time, McDonald’s!

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*Sits down at my desk* Welcome guys, I wanted to start by saying thank you for stopping in. Today, I will be talking about a video I saw the other day. This was a pretty sad commercial, and I wanted to do a reaction video to it. *Turns on the T.V.* What is this? *Stares at T.V. as saliva forms* “Try Burger Kings Cheetos Chicken Fries, Today!” Oh hell yeah. *Gets up and runs out of the house.*

I drove for a whole two minutes, so that I could bring something to you guys. Freedom is a big topic right now, but I can promise I have found it. I have the Cheetos Chicken Fries! They were a pretty dollar for 8-pieces, but I was willing to pay $2.99 if that means I can taste freedom. Now, in front of you guys, I will try this amazing product. I was a huge fan of the Mac N’ Cheetos. Burger King nailed it with those, but they didn’t last. Now, they have made my night, again. They brought out a new product!

The smell alone made me happy, as I could smell the cheesiness from the chicken. The smell was good, but it started to fade as the product got colder. I felt my heart break as the scent was fully gone. Now what do I have? I have to try these! I need the deliciousness in my belly! *Honks Horn!* “Get out of the way, daddy has a special date” *speeds around car.*

*Runs through the front door and sits at my desk* Finally, I am home. The fries were still hot, as the crust was flaking off. All I could think about were real Cheetos! I love eating Cheetos Puffs, and the best part (to me) is when the cheese gets on my fingers. Though, the fries didn’t leave residue on my fingers, they did flake off the cheese onto my desk. I think I drooled a bit when the cheese hit the desk, I quickly took a big bite. The fry was tough on my teeth, even with being fresh, which I didn’t expect. Though the outing was hard, the warm chicken inside was freakily moist and delicious.

The chicken wasn’t the problem. The real problem was the crust taste! It tasted burnt. The FREAKING OUTING WAS BURNT!!! I can’t stand the taste of burnt things. The other thing that was upsetting was that they didn’t have a strong cheese taste. You could tell that they tried, but the cheese didn’t explode, instead it tasted like the regular chicken fries! This is great if you like Chicken fries, but I wanted CHEETOS!!!!! Don’t you dare play with my emotions, Burger King! Get your crap together!

Overall, I wouldn’t buy them, again. It’s not like I don’t like them, I just don’t like them $2.99 much. Their disappointment was equivalent to the Burritowhopper (Or whatever it was called) which after Mac N’ Cheetos, I thought that they would have excelled more…..But no! Instead they give us another crap in a box! Even if the box is sweet as hell!!!! But still *Frowny face* 

Rate 6/10. Try at your own risk!

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Uh oh, I’m back 😉
There was a post a few week ago called “Two donkeys, one midget.” Welcome to the second part. Enjoy mother feckeurs….
There’s a lot to cover, so don’t interrupt me. I would hate to slay you while I spit against haters and fools, but I’m not worried to do it. Anyways, sit back and shut up. Don’t talk, don’t stand, simply hope that you aren’t in this. Because if you are then you are going to need a paramedic!
First off, Brother don’t screw with me. You think you’re cool, but you don’t even own your own business. You are a hopeful peasant that feeds off someone else’s fame. You wouldn’t be where you are if you didn’t talk to famous people. The worse part is that the people aren’t even famous. You can ask anyone and they wouldn’t know who the heck you’re talking about. I even asked about him and people looked at me dumb. But keep thinking that you are cool as you talk to people that don’t matter. You say you’re further in your career, but you are actually three steps behind. You’re blog is weak and full of mistakes. Where is your content, though? You post three post in the last three months and want to say you’re still relevant? Keep getting the traffic from famous people, because that is your only chance at going anywhere. Keep your mouth shut, don’t make me go off again. You need to worry about paying your bills and worrying less about me.
I wake up every morning at the same time, but sometimes I get behind. I don’t know where the time goes, so get off my back, loser. You keep opening the doors and waiting to attack me. You follow me to the door and call me out once it’s open. Most of the time you say “Look who’s late!” Watch me as I tear you open and leave you to the dogs. That is where you belong, to the dogs. Don’t start crap early in the morning, and you wouldn’t have to worry about being on this track. You’re my brother, but don’t screw with me, since you don’t know what goes on. I try to get there on time and some days I do. Try to do yourself a favor and keep my name out of your mouth, beotch.
I put those near me down, there was just a guy outside. He was looking for something, but I didn’t care. I should have sick my dog on him. I should have released the beast, but he isn’t a beast. The taste of the dumbass would have killed Nims, that’s something that I wouldn’t want. Anyways, this sleezeball wanted to walk by and stare. Fool, you are nothing better. Yeah, I might be in my shorts and a cut-off shirt, but that doesn’t mean anything. I am not trying to be thuggish, so don’t judge a book by its cover. I could judge you but it would be too easy. First, you’re fat. You couldn’t get out of my front door with your overlapping rolls. You must have just got back from an all you can eat buffet, but where the buffet at? Oh yeah, you went crazy and ate the whole building. Your eyes are crossed, stupid. That is why I had to look at you. You fooled me with your constant stare. I thought you were staring when you were actually looking forward the whole time!!!!! You should get that checked out, before you get hurt looking at someone wrong.
We stand in remembrance of those who fell, but you sit on your knees. You should disrespect to those who fought for you. You might think that we hate you, but we never did. Sir, you weren’t alive for anything that you are griping about, so just shut up. But I do understand why you are sitting on your knees. You are just doing what you are good at, and that is getting ready to suck. You’re a washed up piece of shit. This isn’t even about the protesting, because I understand that, this is about you being a washed up dumbass. You lost to a crap player and now you sit on the bench. Sadly, you only got one minute in the blowout. The practice squad only had to worry about you for a minute, yet you still think someone is watching you? No one cares! The only reason anyone cares, is because of the money that big newsstands make from the story! Colin, no one cares about you. WE care about those who are unfairly treated, this isnt about them. No! We love them, but Colin, WE HATE YOU. Have fun being cut from the team….loser.

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An update!
Yesterday a few things happened, some to my wife and others to this guy, me. If you didn’t read the post yesterday, then you should go and read it. If you don’t, you probably won’t understand any of this. But if you did, then this is day 2 of the broken Jenkins household. Day 2 was the day that Ariel pushed her limits, and that I went back to work. Ariel was a very bad girl, as she did stuff that she should have not done. I found out, after I got off, that she did some cleaning. She spent the day cleaning, standing on her hurt foot. I was so angry when I found out. I couldn’t believe she would put herself at risk, for what? A clean freaking bathroom! She got bored while sitting on the couch, and when she went to the bathroom, she noticed that the bathroom was nasty, so she started to clean it. I have been telling her to stay off of it, but she wont listen. She keeps pushing herself, she isn’t even wearing her boot half the time. She refuses to use her crutches. She has told me that the pain has doubled, but hopefully she will start using the boot and crutches, I have a feeling that has something to do with it! She just has to be less stubborn, and let her body heal.
For me, on the other hand, I woke up with a splitting headache and a bruised eye socket. My eye is still red from the hit, almost as if I broke a blood vessel inside my eye. I thought the bruise was cool, though it was super sensitive and full of pain. I am unable to roll my eyes, or move it fast. If I do such actions, a sharp pain shoots through my head. But with that noted, I got ready for work. I didn’t want to go to work, but I had to do what I had to do. I couldn’t call off, that was something out of the picture. There is no one to cover me, even though my eyesight is still very blurry, but slightly better than yesterday. As I got to work, my head started to hurt very badly, I was almost unable to open my eyes, I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I had to get through the day, that was my goal. I just had to work these 9 hours, then I could go home and sleep. I slowly moved, trying to avoid any quick eye movements, as I finished my near-disaster open. Before opening, I took some migraine medicine. This helped for the first couple hours, but the day was moving slowly. I was short a person, due to a tooth problem, which put me in a little rut. This wasn’t the problem. The problem came when the customers started to pile in, all being people that I’m close with.
When they saw me, they begin to ask why I had a bruised face. I had to explain the story over 15 times, during the first hour. But the worse part was that I couldn’t look up at people. I had a problem with them looking at my face, but also my eyesight became blurry every time I would look up. Without being able to look at the peoples mouth, I was starting to mess up the simplest orders. No one was getting angry, expect for me. The failure to get things right was pissing me off, but I couldn’t do anything. The pain came back during the first rush. My eyesight was near gone, and my brain was scrambled. I couldn’t remember anything, I forgot to drop hash browns, was forgetting to make coffees, I even forgot how to make a coffee or two. It was horrible, but to make it worse, the more the customers came in, the more the questions poured in. I think I told my story a million and two times, it got sort of annoying at the time for lunch. But during lunch is when the real trouble came.
My cut started to bleed again, the blood made the Band-Aid slide from one side of my eye, to the next side. The Band-Aid finally opened a bit, that is when my sweat got into the wound. The pain was unbearable. I finally went down to the bathroom and removed the Band-Aid. I took a cloth and dried the blood. When I got back to the store, I went back and took some more medicine, this is when the pain started to go away, but was still unpleasant. Finally, after 9 hours, I was clocked out.
The second day wasn’t pleasant, but it was a lot better than being hit in the face with the golf ball. I was so shocked to see the stats of the last blog, I didn’t expect people to take that much interest in my bloody story, but I am in great graditude to you guys, thank you for reading and showing your love. You have no idea how much it means to me! Anyways, I thought I would let you guys know, that my eyesight is getting back to normal, it will just take a couple days. I will keep you guys posted, just know I’m okay!
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The week is almost over, forcing me to think of the past week and ask “how was my week?” The answer, being a very simple one, is good. There wasn’t much work to be done, but at the same time, I had a lot on my mind.

This week was good, yet I was still sorta depressed. I don’t know why I’m depressed but I am. I have also been thinking about my future, where I am going and what I need to change.

I still have failed to finish my two novels, making my deadlines flare up in my face. I really need to get myself back on the roll, or I will not be getting anything done! I also wrote a sad 4 post this whole week, not including this one. I need to get back in this.

Even with the negative things on my mind, I still had a few amazing things happen. I was a winner of two books by simply stating where a photo was taken. I am excited to get the books, and begin to read them. Also, I had my favorite holiday! Friday the 13th was great, I was off enabling me to watch everyone of the movies, then today I was able to spend a day with my wife. I cooked on the grill, I made chops and mashed potatoes.

Finally, I think I might have found a good schedule to stick to (which is in the photo below.) It states on what should be done, every day, and then gives you a reward, if you happen to get done with the list. I think the schedule will help me get on track, not only with writing, but also with bettering my grammar!

I am happy to have another week with you, and I hope you guys state for another week! Love you!

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