Speaking of dreams

Last night, during my church group meeting, we started reading a book titled “The Dream Giver.” It’s the story about a guy named “Ordinary” who lived in a city named “Familiar” to whom nothing happened everyday. Ordinary went to his “regular job” day in and day out. He would come home, have pretty much the same thing for dinner everyday and then he would sit in his recliner and watch nothing on the box until it was time to go to sleep. Ordinary thought he was content, but he really wasn’t. He felt uneasy and sad, nothing ever changed.

One day, Ordinary awoke to discover that he had a dream within him. He dreamt that he was meant to be more than what he was. He dreamt that he deserved more out of life. He dreamt that he could have a better life, he dreamt that he could be Somebody. Ordinary had doubts about himself and his abilities. He had doubts that he would be able to accomplish his dreams. People that loved him, tried to talk him out of trying to become somebody. He had doubts that he was worthy of his dream.

In order to pursue his dream, Ordinary had to leave Familiar behind. He had to get out of his comfort zone. Ordinary had to get through the invisible wall of fear, overcome his bullies, cross over the wide river of the unknown and find the courage within him to become Somebody.

That’s a summary of the first 3 chapters in the book. I can’t wait to find out what happens next.

What would you do?

Today, I took this little old guy to the bank.  He told me that had had a hard time going to sleep because of an error the bank made.  I asked him what happened, and he said:

Somehow, someone deposited $800,000 into my account.  It’s not mine, and I want them to take it out.

They won’t take it out?

No, they won’t!  So I’m headed over there to talk to someone who can take it out of my account and give it back or do whatever it is they want.  I just know it’s not my money and I want it gone.

Of course, I offered to take the money off his hands, he thought I was joking.  What would you do if something like that happened to you?

On a side note, I’m digging working days.  Just that the volume of freaks is lower, and since I no longer have a laptop I can’t blog and drive.  Anyway, talk to y’all soon!

Drama in the comm center

Whenever someone calls for a cab in the city of Austin, the call goes to our communications center aka comm center. Basically, we pay a hefty fee for these folks to answer the phone and dole out the trips based on GPS positioning among other things. I know very little about the comm center or about the goings on in there, but over the last couple of days, I’ve gotten a glimpse of it.

A couple of days ago, we got a message over the computer that said:

“Please remember to drive courteous [sic] and keep a safe distance. It’s a must.”

They always send out messages like that, always with at least one but usually multiple grammatical errors. A few minutes go by, and then we get this one:

“So true, but if Nisha would’ve been respectful with that cell phone and got some damn sleep then she wouldn’t have to worry about trying to get the heat off her and Colleen is just a bitch.”

I’m wondering, who are these people? After a few more minutes, we get this one:

“Please disreguard [sic] that last message”

Followed by:

“All cabs, the whine goes on forever and the drama never ends in the comm center”

These were messages that were sent out to all the cabs in the city. Perhaps someone may have typed into the wrong message window?

Yesterday, there was more drama. We got a message that said:

“Please limit your voice requests since its [sic] Friday and really busy tonight”

After a few minutes we get:

“Yes, we know that you pay for our service and we apologize for sending out the previous message. We will get to everyone as soon as we can. Thank you”

Oh yeah, a voice request is when a driver requests to speak to the comm center over the radio by voice. I seldom do a voice request and I can’t see why other people would need to do so many that the comm center people felt overwhelmed, but what do I know.