Impressive!......MOST IMPRESSIVE!!

Okay, so let's just say that I find my current job situation undesirable. "Hey, what's new?" you say - "a black man can't ever be satisfied. You should be happy that you even have a damn job." I guess I would have to concur with my fellow faith based, God fearing, thankful folk sending me those mental vibes of advice right now. For those of you that don't know, I work for a company whose business is online grocery delivery, and my job is just that - if you order groceries, I'm showing up to deliver them to your house. The geographic area in which I work is in the west valley of Southern California, which covers cities of mostly middle class, to areas of people that are a little bit more affluent. And lastly, I deliver to areas of people that are living beyond a bit more affluent to living just fucking RIDICULOUS!!! Don't make no sense ridiculous. And if you're not exactly sure what ridiculous is, let me help you - ridiculous is when the living quarters of the pets of these people is bigger than YOUR damn house!! Sure, I'll give you a second while you TRY to fathom and digest that pill...done? let's continue... So, anybody familiar with the cities of Calabassas and Topanga KNOWS what I'm talking about. You might be wondering or asking yourself right now if I'm finding my present job situation undesirable, because as working class, I have contempt for the privileged I service. How I worded that may have flown over some, so let me break that down in that rawest essence. You might be thinking that I hate my job, 'cause I'm a broke ass black man, delivering to rich ass white people I can't stand! Capiche? And my answer to that is, yes - but not as much as you may think. My only problem with delivering to SOME rich people, is that SOME of the rich people I deliver to, can be just a little bit presumptuous, for lack of a better word, of my standing or place in society versus theirs. I just don't want no one to get it twisted. This ain't Hattie McDaniel here! I don't come or go with no wind! I'm from S.E. D.C. You cool with me, I'm cool with you. But disrespect, and I'll burn Tara down!! You feel me! But I digress. As I said, those are some. Actually MOST are cool. But combine that little percentage of people that arent cool, with the feeling of being underappreciated and underpaid at your job, and you get the idea of where I presently stand at my job. So why am I at this job you ask? Good question. My answer is two fold, and let me first say that I am presently looking to leave my current job. Now, first answer to the question is because it's better than the last job I had, which was driving a city bus, with "city" people (for lack of a better word), with a less forgiving work schedule, than the one I have now. So when I was offered my present job, where I would have more flexibility, I jumped on it. Now, the second answer to that question is REALLY difficult to explain to people that aren't trying to be in the industry, but I will try my best to provide that answer. In a nutshell, because for what I am trying to do, I HAVE to make sacrifices. I have a undergrad, and a grad degree. People who know me, know this, but I have been chastised, I guess you could say, by a couple of my friends, who know this and feel that I choose to be in the position I'm in (financially), because I have those two degrees, and I'm not putting them to use. My answer to that is, true and not true. Yes, I choose to be in the position I am in. And like I said before, it is a MUST to make sacrifices in order get where I'm going. I choose not to get a "serious" job, because I don't want to become complacent and lose focus. I don't want a "serious" job that expects me to devote more time to them after five or six p.m. Once I leave the job, it's MY time, to focus on my REAL career goals and ambitions. Also, that money spent on obtaining those two degrees, is NOT being wasted. I do have plans on using that knowledge that I paid for - on myself, not for any particular company. Those plans will reveal themselves in due time. I pretty much went to school to get the education for myself. One of my boys has the hardest time grasping that concept -that I spent money to go to school to get the knowledge for myself, and not to use the degrees to get a "nice, cushy" job. I'm just not the kind of person who will be able to allow himself to work for someone for the rest of his life. Sooo, this all explains why I'm at a job, that's not doing anything for me. At least, that's what I had even thought myself, until I received God's caveat a couple days ago. You see, sometimes we get caught up with what's directly in front of us on the road, that we misinterpret the true intentions of what God's trying to show us further down the road. This job, as every other job in the past, has not been a failure, but a learning opportunity - and I JUST got the point of this job the other day. For the absolute first time since I've had this job, I've delivered to a black family of EXTREME obvious wealth - for the FIRST time! This family lives in the same gated community where I have been told by security that a certain famous comedian, and a certain famous singer/songwriter lives as well. Now I'll just say right now, that this family I delivered to, I have no idea how they obtained their wealth. What I do know is that their "estate" was impressive if not jaw dropping. Not only did they live in this gated, wealthy community, but they also had one of the best houses in the community - their house on a hill, giving them a commanding view of much of the community. They had one of those houses where there's a gate at the entrance to their estate, and you have to be buzzed in. And then once you're buzzed in, you drive up a long driveway until you pop up into the courtyard/parking area of their house. I remember seeing at least four or five vehicles, all were black, two of them as I recall were an H2 and a mercedes. They were a young(i'm guessing late twenties, early thirties) couple, good looking, with a beautiful daughter for family... and they were BLACK!! I guess you could say I wanted to know "who" they were, "how" they were, but I found myself speechless. I can't help but think, that when I left, the Mrs. may have thought I was kind of rude, because I don't recall myself being very conversational-just doing what I came for. I guess I didn't trust myself enough to not say something stupid like, "Woww, I know y'all couldn't have sold crack to be able to afford this place!"... again, I don't know the "how" about them. I don't care, or even need to know, but when I left their house, I finally got it. I got it. I got the reason for this particular job. It is so that I can remember my humble beginnings, and remember where I came from and the sacrifices I made, because it IS possible to obtain whatever I go after...and it's not the same as if I delivered to Beyonce Knowles' house. Because most times, there's an automatic disconnect. People tend to think, that rich celebrities are rich and famous, because it was destiny, or just meant to be (which, though I admit, in this business has to do with a lot of luck, but ALSO hard work - so that is a self defeative way of thinking). Because this family was no one famous(or related to anyone famous from what I could discern), that puts them in the same boat as me. As John Legend would say, just ordinary people...and ordinary people CAN make extraordinary things happen. And for that, I will always remember and be thankful for the Lewis family for their inspiration to me...