| AIM: Logans a dreamer |
[09 Apr 2010|07:53pm] |
There's something to be said about having it all. Of course, is there ever such a thing? That might be the better question, come to think of it. Because even when you think you have it all, there's always something new around the bend that you could want. The way this world goes, you can never really acquire every single thing in the world. It's not physically possible.
Such is life. And I have no idea why in the hell I'm being profound.
I'm Logan Winters, most people just call me Logan. Or Logue (spelled that way for pronunciation purposes only) but you have to know me well in order to call me that and get away with it. I'm 24 and I am definitely not from around here. I'm originally from Tennessee and I can safely say I have the accent that goes with it. It's faded a little, living in Aruba for three years can do that to you. But it's still there and so are the manners that come with it. Or at least that's what I like for people to believe.
Being an only child was a good thing as far as I was concerned, because I got pretty much everything I wanted within reason. Once I showed a liking for sports, I was enrolled into every one I was interested in. Football, baseball, hockey...I've tried them all, and was pretty good at the first two. I never really grasped the whole skating on ice thing as well as I would have liked. In any case, it kept me out of trouble, which kept my senator father and professor mother happy and out of my hair. And as long as my grades were high enough that I could continue playing, everyone was happy. I wanted to be an athlete and that's what I focused all of my time on. Well, that and girls, but that's a whole other story.
I was drafted right out of high school to play professional baseball, which lasted right until I blew out my knee halfway through my rookie season. I spent six months off my feet for the most part, for surgery and physical therapy and all the stuff they say will make everything all better, but of course it didn't. So my big league dreams went away and so did the paycheck that went with it. I decided to spend a shitload of cash on a trip to Aruba for myself and a few friends and I decided I loved the area a hell of a lot more than being back home in Tennessee feeling sorry for myself in my parents' house. I decided to look for a job here and haven't looked back since, although sometimes I feel like a duck of a water and I wonder what in the hell I'm doing here.
Yes, I'm a guy who can admit that he's uncomfortable in new situations sometimes. I also ask for directions. Scared yet?
Being a concierge at the Paradiso Resort and Casino wasn't exactly my idea of a dream profession, but once I got into it I realized it could be a lot of fun. I get to spend every day catering to the whims of the people who stay in this resort and I've found I'm damn good at it. Especially the lovely women, if you know what I'm saying. Come find me if you need anything, I promise I'll make sure you get it.
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