A Lost Society

Recently, a new restaurant has opened in my home town. It is a restaurant well known in other states. This restaurant made its way into my state. It is nice to see more restaurants and more job opportunities coming to town. However, this is not the problem here.

The problem, I noticed is, every restaurant in the area is struggling to find employees.

This new restaurant, is offering a free sandwich a week for one year to the first 200 customers. Here is where society gets confused. People lined up for over 15 hours to wait just to obtain the “golden ticket” to their free sandwich.

I have to know, do these people have jobs? Would they ever line up for more than 15 hours for a job interview? Did any of these people report off work just to stand in line?

People in these communities are failing themselves and the businesses where hard work and dedication is needed to succeed.

Ad for a free sandwich, I don’t need that in my life. I am not a fan of schemes or gimmicks to get people in the doors.

I would much rather see people flock to a new business because of the stellar service and outstanding product offered, not a free offer gimmick!

I am a business owner, and people just are not applying for jobs. The very few who have applied, were hired, and unfortunately quit within a very short time.

Understanding the new generations of kids these days is difficult. All have the same concerns, “what is the most money I can make” with the least amount of responsibility.

Is it a parental failure or an educational failure or a combination of both? Why are so many younger people unwilling to put in work, pick up shifts, accept the fact that time, performance and consistency equates to raises and more money? Instead, most quit either by no call no show or a text about how the job isn’t for them.

Whatever the answer is, the one sure thing I do know, people are more willing to sit outside for 15 plus hours in below 40 degree temperatures for a free sandwich before they’ll drive to a business for a job opportunity.

Camaraderie

What makes a good neighbor?

For me to explain what makes a good neighbor, I will have to go back in time to my childhood. 1970’s and 1980’s where the years when I was a child. I remember my summers very clearly back then.

I grew up in a great neighborhood where everyone knew everyone. At any given day or night we all would be gathered on someone back porch or sitting around a kitchen table. Doors were always open, like an old movie, everyone was saying hello and waving to one another. Kids were out playing, parents were helping each other with yard work and projects or just sitting around having drinks or cookouts every weekend.

Good neighbors were present, friendly, helpful and and extension of your family.

Fast forward to today. My wife and I purchased a home in a neighborhood that I remember as a great place to live and a perfect example of community togetherness.

Times sure have changed! I have three very good neighbors. I feel like I am a great neighbor. I’m always around and I’m always keeping watch. If you want to hang on the porch for a bourbon and cigar I’m always there. I hold on to the past pipe dream that people today will one day again get back to the way it used to be. But a pipe dream is all it really is. I’d love to see my neighbors all be a part of each others lives. Block parties, gatherings and get togethers, help when needed, and checking in occasionally to make sure all is ok. That’s a vision of good neighbors I have.

Will this ever become a reality? I’m not sure, as people today are more private and closed off to others. Kids are sheltered and people tend to mind their own business more than they offer a helping hand.

A great community starts with the people in the neighborhoods. We can not be great if we are not great neighbors.

I believe was I was trying to say was this:

A good neighbor is someone who is considerate, respectful, and friendly. They communicate openly, respect boundaries, and are willing to help when needed. Good neighbors also maintain their property well and keep noise levels down during later hours. Being a good neighbor involves being a positive presence in the community and fostering a sense of community and trust.

I tend to go off the rails with my posts and lose sight of the main objective.

Life Without Music (Revisited)

Back in September there was a daily prompt, “what would your life be like without music”

Today I’d like to revisit this prompt. Music keeps me real, or I think I does. I wrote it before so it must be true, right? If I’m being honest, I’m not being real. I mentioned before how music affects everything from feelings of happiness, sadness and anger.

I continue to use music to escape. I listen to music while at the gym to help motivate and push me forward. I listen to music while at work, to get into a grove and make the day go by faster. Today, I was driving and Limp Bizkit My Way came on the radio.

“This time I’ma let it all come out
This time I’ma stand up and shout
I’ma do things my way, it’s my way
My way or the highway”

Yes, we all know this song! Well, back to being real. This song here speaks to me in ways not many other songs do. However, as tough and direct as I may seem, I still can’t stand up and shout! There will never be a day where I’ll be doing things my way.

Does this make a bad person? Or does this just continue to keep me as a submissive? After all, it is my desire and my dream and my creation that I’m loosing grip on.

So maybe all we do is hide inside of the lyrics. Maybe music is just a way for us to pretend. With the happiness, sadness and anger that music can bring, we can now add depression. Until next time, happy reading my friends.

For the First Time

What could you try for the first time?

I say around and thought about this one pretty hard. I dove deep into some foods. I looked at some destinations, I even considered some extreme adventures. However, after my day at work today, I’ve decided for the first time I should try and relax. I should take the same attitude as everyone else at the company and put in the minimum amount of time and put myself first instead of the business. So for the first time I am going to try and put myself first.

It won’t be easy, I need to try though. For my sanity’s sake I will make an attempt to stop worrying about what isn’t done, what needs to be done and who isn’t doing their part to help. I will do my best this week to take a step back and do my part in self care.

For the first time in my life, I actually do not feel in control anymore. It’s like I’m in a flat spin with the engines stalled out. The question now is will I be able to pull up?

So I will try for the first time to put me before all else! Until next time, happy reading friends.

Principles That Define Me

What principles define how you live?

There are many principles that define how I live. I find it important to take ownership of my actions and obligations. This is my principle of RESPONSIBILITY.

My next high valued principle is KINDNESS. I do my best to treat others with respect, empathy and compassion.

My INTEGRITY is what separates me from the rest of the crowd. Along with GRATITUDE. I find it important to be thankful and show appreciation for the positives in my life.

These principles are what helped build the foundation of my life. I am sure there are some others I could strum up, but for now, I am living a fulfilling and meaningful life due to the principles and values I live by.

Pete’s Pub Talk

Small talk. What is acceptable small talk? On our way from the airport to our hotel, our Lyft driver started talking sports. College football to be exact. That’s easy. As a matter of fact all sports is fairly easy when small talk is warranted.

But what happens when small talk takes a rather extreme direction. With today’s new over sensitive and confused society, where do you go when being polite is actually being rude?

The properly raised, or the military and police people of the world have a hard time not using ma’am and sir while addressing people. In the world today, so many take offense to politeness. As I take a small detour in my thoughts, I’m still in the thought of small talk. Men, woman, gay, straight or transgender, you just never know anymore who is who or what is what! Also, so many get angry when politely addressed as ma’am or sir! Heaven forbid we offend the she/her he/him society!

So, is this acceptable small talk? When out and about, do you read the room? What can you and can’t you talk about with others? Are you judgmental or do you give everyone no matter what walk of life they are the equal opportunity to engage however they choose to? I never really worry personally about the topic. I say what I want and ask the questions I need to in order to fulfill the void of not knowing or understanding something.

So I ask, not for me, but for you, is there a limit to what is acceptable for small talk, or any talk while engaging with others?

As always, until next time and happy reading!

Out of Place

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

A time when I felt out of place? I don’t think there has actually been a time, but more like an always. I don’t ever really feel like I fit in. As a younger child and even in my young adult years, I never really felt like I belonged anywhere. Yes, I managed to be a part of things, but I never truly felt like I was fully in with anyone.

I was a floater, never had friends who were my age. I either hung out with kids a few years younger than me, or a few years older than me. You can see the problem here.

As I became an adult and got into my career, you’d think things would change or get better. They didn’t. When I tried to hang with co-workers, I was always on the outside. Never really in the know and just another fixture in the crowd. When I did find a place I was accepted and belonged, it was short lived.

Today, running my own company, a company I built, a company I designed and a company I dreamt up pretty much my whole life, I’m just another figure in the building. My voice is not heard, I seemingly have zero control over anything and again, I am an outsider in my own creation.

Maybe some of us were never meant to fit in. Maybe being out of place is a way to keep society at bay and not allowing everyone to be on the same page. Maybe? Who really knows, this is just my opinion and feelings on the matter.

I don’t need to fit in anymore, I’m content with being the outsider and being then floater amongst people in my life. I don’t have to like it, but I do accept it. So for me, a time when I felt out of place, that’s been every day since I can remember ever trying to be a part of something.

Accomplishment

In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?

There are so many ways hard work will give you a sense of fulfillment. First, however, you have to be a hard worker and you have to be willing to do everything and anything that your job requires.

If you are these things, then hard work fulfillment will bring a sense of accomplishment. Allowing you to achieve your goals gives a deep sense of satisfaction and pride.

Next, you get a greater sense of self-worth. By overcoming challenges and pushing your limits, you gain personal growth, which will help in confidence and work performance.

Being recognized for your hard work helps with self esteem. Just make sure you are being recognized for your hard work and not for your lack of work!

Having purpose and meaning in what you do will assist in bringing a sense of fulfillment to your life. I’ve had many jobs in my life and not every job was what I wanted or where I saw myself in years to come. However, during all those jobs, I found purpose in them and made the best of my time there.

The resilience and determination required for hard work will make you feel empowered and capable. This is perseverance! Perseverance leads to success.

Knowing that your efforts make a difference, whether in your own life or for others, can be incredibly fulfilling. This is the impact you have in your job.

Ultimately, hard work can lead to a sense of accomplishment and purpose, which are key drivers of fulfillment. None of course matter if the only hard work you are doing is avoiding the job at hand!

A Letter To My Son

Some years ago, you were being born in a local hospital in our home town. A nurse friend of mine called to tell me baby Basil was due today.

A little shocked and somewhat excited, my friend, nana and I all headed to the hospital. At first we were met by your mom’s family members and they tried to not let us in. Your aunt was the first person to accept us and let us come see you.

Shortly after you were born, it took a little while to actually have you with us. Your mom didn’t always allow me to have you. It was always on her terms and it was a fight to get you in my life.

From day one, I did everything I could to provide for you. Once you got to the age where sports and school were happening, it was easier. This is when your mom was unable to get you to places or practices or games.

I finally was able to have you with me. We spent a lot of time together and during your travel baseball years, we got to do what many parents never get to experience. The constant road trips and hotel stays and relationship building that comes from that is irreplaceable. I wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world.

I’ve always been there for you and I did my best to instill good in you. Your mom likes control and as I’m sure you know by now, she doesn’t always have yours or my best interest in mind. She did a good job in the beginning trying to keep you from me.

As you got older, and the amount of time we were spending together was a moment in my life when I felt it was only a matter of time when you’d realize how much better of a life I could provide for you.

But something changed and your mom took back the control of your life. Like having the rug pulled out from underneath you, I lost that relationship with you that we spent so many weeks, months and years building.

Now, I rarely see you, never talk or text and I’m not sure where it all went wrong. I never lied to you, I’ve always been up front with you and as you got older let you see and read the messages that were sent to me from you mom. Even you shook your head in disbelief.

You know one of my favorite sayings, “I’m playing chess with all these checker players” well, you mom played chess for sixteen years and caught me of guard.

She finally got what she wants, you living full time with her. I don’t remember the last time you’ve been to my house and you rarely stay with your nana and papa anymore.

All I can do now, is do what I did when you were born. Wait it out again. Fingers crossed you will begin to see what is really going on and you will finally decide for yourself what is best for you. I hope one day, you and I will again have that bond that a father and son should have together.

Life Without Music

What would your life be like without music?

Wow, it’s hard to image life without music. My life is super emotional and every little thing effects me. My mood, my feelings, my attitude they’re all different based on the music I’m listening to.

Music finds a way to remind us of the past and the present… it’s a way to reconnect with a thought a way to reconnect with the good and the bad.

Music can slow life down and help relax, but in the same sense it can hype me up and get me ready for the worse scenario life can throw at me.

A smile, a tear, a tingle up the spine, they’re all feelings we get through music. Without music, I’d cease to exist, music keeps me real and never lets me forget how there’s a lyric for everything I’ve been through.