No worry, about a thing, cuz every little thing....

I'd been worrying about money recently. I don't make much. I take home, after taxes, less than $12k a year. This puts me below the poverty line. Sad, I guess. And yet, I've always felt that no matter what everything will turn out good for me in the end. That even the things which seem horrible at first, always lead to something good. I honestly believe that to be true.

Why though, would I think that? I've not been happy with my job as of recent. The hours aren't the best, and it feels like I'm struggling against overwhelming odds. And, in all reality, I am. I work in a commercial sales department for a large automotive part chain. This particular department as been 'rebuilt' four times. That means that the people I'm trying to sell parts to have been burnt four times over. And now- they're shying away from the stove. No one wants to be burnt that often, after all. As a result, my manager and I are having a hell of a time rebuilding business. But, over the last few days things have really been turning around. My manager spoke to me about my hours, and seemed to be talking about me getting a raise, or at least full time work. Which is good. Particularly given the concerns raised in paragraph one.

It only adds to a long list of things that have come up my way, just by accepting that sometimes shit happens, and the best thing to do is act cool-headed and just travel through it. I got stuck in Israel for six months. I loved it, despite the fact my journey there had been extended a full 180 days or so. I can't forget the people I met, an certainly wish to keep in contact with a few of them- though it might be a bit hard, considering I lost my paper with all their names and email addys on it. Still, I love them and wish them the best. That was a lot of fun, and all because something seemingly negative happened to me. I still wish I could go back to the Kibbutz. I may do so, seeing as I'm not real happy with how things are going in the states- but, Canada looks pretty friendly, and most of the Canadians I've met are awesome- and I do love hockey.

But, I digress.

It'll be /all/ right.