Sunday, September 5, 2010
Out To Lunch
If there is an easier way - I'm looking for it.
But this does not mean that I don't work.
I work a lot - it's just that usually it's not for the money.
Sure, I get money but it is just not my motivation.
I'm usually just as pleased with a bad tasting home cooked meal as payment as I am with dollars.
(If that is the best they can do.)
Money is just a byproduct of my work.
My motivation is always to help make people's lives better.
To teach them how to increase revenue while cutting costs without being distracted and wasting resources on those things which do not really matter.
To help them refrain from chasing the Joneses and instead learning to create their own standards of success.
But this is an almost impossible task.
Most people are easily duped into wasting resources on the material goods which they imagine the perceived higher classes having.
Most people want the labels even though they may not be able to afford the maintenance.
Back to being the self-proclaimed "King of Lazy".
My young niece used to think that I went to lunch for a living.
When I'd have to leave, "What are you doing?", she'd ask.
"Making money.", I'd say.
But all she saw were the three or four to-go containers from various restaurants I'd bring home most days.
(These were then brought to the homes of the elderly women I help out.
These women get meals from the best places in town but, to them, these still cannot compare to their home-cooked ox tails, pig tails, bologna and wiener gumbo, potato chip encrusted government cheese macaroni, or smothered chicken feet and gravy.)
All she'd see were the checks received in the mail.
To her, my 'job' was to eat lunch.
Now that I'm kind of busy working with several night clubs and with less time for her - she now thinks that I go to night clubs for a living.
When ever I have to leave and she asks,"What are you doing?" - "Going to the club.", is my most common answer.
She thinks that the only time I do any actual work is when I have to supervise or correct the construction work of her older cousins.
"Don't you ever work?", she often asks.
But she my still be too young to understand that my reputation is what makes money for me.
That my good standing and connections with other club owners, beer and liquor and wine vendors, band managers and band members, DJ's, caterers and restaurant owners, and many people who frequent these clubs is a commodity which new club owners lack.
She may not know it yet but she watches as I maintain potentially valuable relationships with people who may be able to help me later.
She watches as I take a back seat that I am constantly being pushed to the forefront.
She watches as I listen more than I speak, even though people are usually asking for advice.
She watches as I turn a relationship into a profit.
While she says that she wants to do what I do for a living ( "going to lunch and night clubs") she is picking up mannerisms and social skills which will enable her to open doors with her head instead of having to tear down walls with her brawn.