But I am a gangsta, call me the gangsta of love!!!
Sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
on the mic I be talkin shit
But some say my talk don't make no Sense
I'm tryin to make the Dollars, my momma told me
to go to school and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
probably in about seven years, I won't have no hair
Common - "Thisisme"
I really am wishing I could be shopping right now. If I could be anywhere, I think I'd be at NORML on William st. I'd be looking at some Pony's, checking out some LRG track jackets, and wondering when they're going to carry formal wear.
Really though, I'd be at Allegro's, and I'd be buying a Kangol hat. I haven't bought a Kangol hat in a while, and I'm really missing my white-fur angora hat. I hope Tito's taken care of it. I'd die if I could get these two hats back home.
Anyways, on to serious matters. I came forward to the partners and told them about the search for other work. I told them I did the interview, blah blah blah. Essentially it was a huge verbal diarreah session wherein I told them all my problems with the way things were being run, and the way I thought things were going to go. Essentially I told them I'd stick things out for a month and then look elsewhere, come hell or high water. They took it well, obviously from the professional/business stand-point they were pissed, but familial ties being what they are here in Latin-American countries it was enough to cool them down and offer help. Pretty confident, maybe arrogant of me, but I think I can surpass expectations and roles. Countries like the Dominican are now being run by forward-thinking, modern foreign cats. So I'm taking my chances.
I'm confident about the position back in the capital, I'm confident about a few other avenues I'm researching in the country, and I'm sure I can find the footing I so sorely need. The Plan is still in motion, and this bump, is just another step to reach The Goal.
My foot hurts
In other news. My burn kinda hurts now, and I realized that Pony's are no good for walking all day long, my feet hurt. I think I gotta invest in some Crocs. HAH! No. I'll wear Chuck Taylor's before I wear Crocs thank you very much.
I think I'm also going to start imposing half-days. Kinda knowing that I don't have any real emotional commitment to the shop anymore, I think I deserve a few days to relax, check out the beach, sip drinks on the sand, and work on the massive tan I've wanted. I want to SHINE with tanning oil. Mmmmm, stripper-smell.
I love myself, I love you, and you love me,
Aa!
When I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
on the mic I be talkin shit
But some say my talk don't make no Sense
I'm tryin to make the Dollars, my momma told me
to go to school and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
probably in about seven years, I won't have no hair
Common - "Thisisme"
I really am wishing I could be shopping right now. If I could be anywhere, I think I'd be at NORML on William st. I'd be looking at some Pony's, checking out some LRG track jackets, and wondering when they're going to carry formal wear.
Really though, I'd be at Allegro's, and I'd be buying a Kangol hat. I haven't bought a Kangol hat in a while, and I'm really missing my white-fur angora hat. I hope Tito's taken care of it. I'd die if I could get these two hats back home.
Anyways, on to serious matters. I came forward to the partners and told them about the search for other work. I told them I did the interview, blah blah blah. Essentially it was a huge verbal diarreah session wherein I told them all my problems with the way things were being run, and the way I thought things were going to go. Essentially I told them I'd stick things out for a month and then look elsewhere, come hell or high water. They took it well, obviously from the professional/business stand-point they were pissed, but familial ties being what they are here in Latin-American countries it was enough to cool them down and offer help. Pretty confident, maybe arrogant of me, but I think I can surpass expectations and roles. Countries like the Dominican are now being run by forward-thinking, modern foreign cats. So I'm taking my chances.
I'm confident about the position back in the capital, I'm confident about a few other avenues I'm researching in the country, and I'm sure I can find the footing I so sorely need. The Plan is still in motion, and this bump, is just another step to reach The Goal.
My foot hurts
In other news. My burn kinda hurts now, and I realized that Pony's are no good for walking all day long, my feet hurt. I think I gotta invest in some Crocs. HAH! No. I'll wear Chuck Taylor's before I wear Crocs thank you very much.
I think I'm also going to start imposing half-days. Kinda knowing that I don't have any real emotional commitment to the shop anymore, I think I deserve a few days to relax, check out the beach, sip drinks on the sand, and work on the massive tan I've wanted. I want to SHINE with tanning oil. Mmmmm, stripper-smell.
I love myself, I love you, and you love me,
Aa!