So lets talk about my dayjob (kinda)
I am temping as an administrative assistant. yes i have held much better jobs but you gotta start somewhere right? Besides i just moved here, so i kinda was hard pressed to just be getting a weekly check. A nigga got bills to pay.
At any rate i work for 3 (and sometimes 4) ppl. Really i have one boss but i kinda help the whole team. He seems kinda indifferent to my presence. i wont say he dislikes me but im kinda disposable, i could be anybody. The other 2 are kinda diametrically opposed. The lady you can tell she is like 'who hired that guy' she dont really feel me, and its cool cus i dont really help her out no way unless i HAVE to, either she aint really feelin me or she is just kinda busy and dont really got time to be makin nice with the help. The other guy kinda likes me, either that or he is way to personable and bordering on fake. He will make small talk and shit and chat me up constantly. Real cool dude.
My two coworkers tho, they are extremely indifferent to me. I mean in general im kinda quite and i keep my back to them and be online handlin mine. In the trenches workin on makin a million, or just goofin off. Like i dont chime in on convo's i just kinda leave them be and i think they appreciate that a lil bit.
This journal entry is boring, and so is life.
i joined last.fm last night thanks to my homie ericka. I'm not over here doin cartwheels over it but i must say it looks pretty dope, a very exquisite waste of time.
I also went to the MJ vs Prince party this weekend. all i can say about that is BEST PARTY EVAR! The party felt like a concert if that makes sense. I danced so long and hard (pause) that my knees have been sore all weekend (PAUSE) im old man but that shit made me feel like a kid. and when Spinna threw on baby be mine?!?!? SON... SON.. i promise i almost knocked like 3 ppl over gettin to the dance floor. If i had to pick one song to hear for the rest of my life it would either be baby be mine by mj or do i do by stevie. Regardless i was HYPE cus thats the first time i can remember hearin that shit at a party.
You know it was a good party when you are still talking about it 3 days after...
okay lemme go look for a new job, see yall in a few...
(TIA!)
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my party was better than yours! haha...yeah there was no way i was driving to the city 2 nights in a row but i had so much fun. i, too, danced all night and lost it when they played heavy d's "mr. big stuff". i wopped and cabbage patched harder than i ever had. i have to upload my pictures.
YO. i wanted to make that joint so bad.
we goin to the stevie joint tho, son?
...not together. n/h.
are we going?
nigga i may dress up like a blind man and not even LOOk at the bitties as i shake my long braids in an african kimono wiht a KEYTAR strapped to my chest...
do i doo....
werd, im there
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first: The image in mind of you on the dancefloor in STEVIE gear... I MIGHT have to be in the room to see this. you won't see me, since you'll be all blind and stuff.
I'll steer clear of the keytar and beaded braids swingin and bipping folks in the head.
secondly. HATE for going to the party. Can't hate enough.
thirdly. You care too much about the temp job people. You are temping, it's not like these folks matter to you, unless you REALLY want that position. I know you don't.
Continue the job search... and getting accosted by big ass croutons.
fixative.
Image of you dancing makes me think of that video Filthy put up of you on youtube...OPPS, did I call you owt?! My b.... ;)
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