Monday, January 18, 2021 / by James Cosgrove
I tried. I always felt like as soon as you put on the Burger King hat or Plumbing company shirt that's all you were for those 8 hours. It was always a constant reminder that I was not in charge and I was working for peanuts on someone else dream.
I ended up bartending, warehouse hopping or playing shows in small bars for scraps. I Had a handful of cooking jobs and off the books construction gigs, and ZERO direction or hope for the future.
I had spurts of enthusiasm at the begginings of certain opportunities sure but I never had a solid belief in what I was doing or in myself.
Having two young kids and needing something stable with benefits, a friend of mine helped me out with a job in a high school doing janitor work.
I could see in my fathers eyes and hear in his voice how this was PERFECT for me and how the friend that got my foot in the door felt the same way.
This, after all ...