I work with some of the biggest athletes in New York. You would think that would build my self confidence but you would be wrong. Every morning I wake up and wonder what my real purpose is here on earth. I love my job don’t get me wrong, but I think I can make it into bigger and better things. I don’t know what that could possibly be. I’m a go with the flow kind of guy. I have this feeling all the time that an opportunity will pop up and I will have to make a hard decision.
I can almost put my finger on what that will be. I don’t want to jinx whatever that might be though. Hey Jared how are you today? ” asks my repetitive oworker. “Fine, just fine like the other 364 days of the year. ” “Oh, someone is cranky today. ” My life seems like it is the exact same every single day. Deja vu over and over again. This feeling literally makes me go crazy. I can predict everything that is going to happen before it does in my life. That’s because it all falls into the same place at the same time. I wake up at 6:15 everyday. I get out of bed and slip on my house slippers. I go to the bathroom and just stare at myself in the mirror.
I then take care of my business in there. I go into the kitchen and pour a bowl of cheerios. I read the newspaper as I at the little circles that are supposed to help with your cholesterol. I then go back into the bathroom, brush my teeth, go get dressed in the same khakis and polo shirt as everyday. By this time it is 6:55 and I need to leave. I take a cab to work. It costs me $8. 59 exactly every time. I already have the exact change ready. Some days I feel a little generous and give the nice man extra for all his troubles. I arrive at work at 7:23 on the dot 7 days a week.
I walk in and I’m greeted by the same person with the same annoying grin everyday. “Hey Jared how are you today? ” Yeah, that same greeting everyday gets on my last nerve. Likel nderstand you’re trying to be nice, but there comes a point when it’s just too much. I hold in too much stuff. I feel like I’m dying on the inside. If I try to tell anyone they will just look at me like I’m crazy so I don’t see any sense in trying to express myself.
“Jared I heard about this new job at Yankee Stadium, I was wondering if you would be interested? ” said my best friend and coworker Brad. What kind of job is it? ” “Field crew member, you know work on the field and make it look amazing everyday for games. ” “Oh my god! That’s my dream job. Sign me up. ” “The only thing is there is only one spot available and they think here will be over 500 applicants. ” “That’s ok. I know I can beat everyone out for it. I would do anything for that job. ” I knew something was going to pop up in my life like this. This may be the break I needed. I have to get this job.
I have always wanted to work on a baseball field for a living. This would be a dream come true. When do they start taking offers for the job? ” “Tomorrow actually, they are having a skills competition to see who is most capable for the job. ” “Ok, sounds good. Are you gonna be there too? ” “No man, I couldn’t keep up with you and I know this is your dream job and I really want you to get this one. “I knew you were a true friend, thanks man and wish me luck tomorrow! ” The night before the big day I do things a little differently. I order some pizza instead of cooking for myself to conserve energy. take a shower and go to sleep 2 hours before usual.
I wake up the next morning feeling reenergized. I have a feeling today is my day. I will get that job if my life depends on it. I arrive at Yankee Stadium and I am amazed. I have seen the stadium and the field before but today it looks mesmerizing. It has a different vibe to it. I see a sign that reads “Field crew meet on the field at 10 am. | look at my watch and it says 9:53. I head down to the field, I have butterflies in my stomach but mad confidence in my head. When I arrive at the field there are so many people there that I could even begin to count them.
That really scares me because it shows how much competition there is for me to compete against. Some of these guys look like they have read every book on how to look like a field crew member. I don’t know if they have a store just for field crew people, but if they did then all these men would live at that store practically. Very intimidating to say the least. I try to not let them get to me though. I have my eye on the prize and won’t let anything come in the way of that. “All participants line up on the first base line. ” said a stern voice on a megaphone.
Everyone starts scattering like roaches like they have to get in a certain spot in a certain amount of time or else they will be told to go home and try again next year. I take my time getting to a spot, so of course I end up back towards the end of the line. “If you are between the ages of 20-25 go over by third base, between the ages of 25-30 go to second and everyone else stay here by first. ” I start walking towards 2nd when a firm hand grabs my shoulder. Hey, aren’t you Jared York? ” “Why yes, yes I am. ” “I have heard a lot about you, I’m going to keep a close eye on you today.
I know you have great potential and would love to have you on my crew. ” This catches me by complete surprise. I don’t know what to say so I just nod my head and calmly but confidently walk the rest of the way to second base. At second there are about 20 other guys. Some of whom I have seen before but can’t quite put a name to a face. I introduce myself as Jared York and they all at the same time say “Yeah, we know who you are, everyone does. ” That makes no sense. I am a lay low kind of guy. I don’t let it get to me though, because I know I have a hard working day ahead of me.
Each of you grab a rake and we will see how much you guys already know about the correct stroke. ” As we are walking over to the pile of rakes lying in front of the 3rd base dugout another hand, firmer this time, grabs my shoulder. The soft voice whispers something in my ear. “Wake up, wake up Jared, this is all a dream. ” I immediately wake up in a panic. So you mean to tell me this was all a dream? I look at the clock next to my bed, it reads 6:15, and at that moment I realized it was just another day at the office.