Memphis in the Meantime...
I was at work today, and I put on my projectplaylist.com playlist when Memphis in the Meantime, by John Hiatt came on... and that's embodies a lot of why I'm back here.
I've fucked up right again, though. I'm supposed to be here now. I'm not finished with the Bay, but I was supposed to leave. A few different things have happened in the last week:
1. I got a job from the Memphis craigslist. This in itself is amazing -- that there was a legitimate job on the Memphis craigslist, much less the fact it's the best job for me ever. I was hired before I even interviewed based on my resume.
2. The job itself is Web Development/Design, using mainly html code and wordpress functions. It's part time, but double minimum wage here. It's also about 3 miles down the same road that I live on, so I walk there. I'm already scheduled for a raise.
This experience just boosted me up on the valuable/marketable assets when I move back to the left coast. If I can make $10.50 starting out here (and that's just training!), then I could prolly make $15-$20 when I go back to the bay or Seattle. Cost of living and such. It's like being an intern, but I'm getting paid. And I don't have to pay for schooling. Rock! I'm beating the system.
3. Went to the P&H Cafe in Midtown. Did comedy. I wasn't too excited about going, but I did because I haven't done any for about two weeks. I'm still burnt out. I waited for several people to go up, they were aight. Entertained the rest of the crowd well enough. Then I went up. I killed a guy heckler in the front, by saying I'd kick him in the cunt. I was golden from there. I must have gotten 5 breaks of applause at things I shouldn't have gotten breaks for! Well, I do think I'm brilliant, but not always that brilliant. It was almost laugh track level of awesome laughs.
I have never killed so hard in my life. There was a deafening silence or something after I got off. You could feel the energy ease up in the crowd and waiting in anticipation of getting someone to follow me. I've never seen an mc more awkward in following me. It was so weird that I was the comedy super star! I haven't had people run up to me after my set in a while. And this was one of the most honest and genuine kissing my ass sessions ever.
4. About two days after I got here, I received a reply to an email I sent in October to Mr. B-ger. Now... I'm not saying he's slow or anything... I didn't fully remember sending it (Yay booze!) till I got the reply. He told me to call him, so I finally did today, mainly because I saw a news story last night about Coach Gore headbutting a chick and getting suspended. Ha!
The conversation wasn't quite as awkward as I had thought it would be. Somewhat, but it's like he has no life any more and he wants one again and was interested in everything I had to say. Kinda weird.
I also find it coincidental that in less than two months, I have talked to/run into 4 different guys I have had/do have an affinity for. Of my deeper pining, crush moments of post-elementary school, I'm only missing one or two (Danyel and Andy?... do they really count? Hmm...) But interacting four of 6... not bad. And every single interaction has been perfect and beautiful in the way of knowing I'm on good terms with all of them. It doesn't mean I'm getting ass from any of them, but I'm their friend and somehow, that's okay with me for once, granted, I'm over two of them. But there's always gonna be something that doesn't go away. I'll love them all in their own way just sans sexual prowess. I remember the head space I was in, who they were. People change and grow. It's like, I'll always love the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but the Secret of the Ooze made me fall in love with them. I don't think I'll ever fall in love with them again, but the Ooze will always have a place in my heart.
5. I moved here during the eclipse.
6. I have drank two nights in the last two weeks and haven't gotten stoned since I've been here. I don't think I went more than about a day in the last 3 years of not being stoned or drinking. I haven't wanted to either.
I've fucked up right again, though. I'm supposed to be here now. I'm not finished with the Bay, but I was supposed to leave. A few different things have happened in the last week:
1. I got a job from the Memphis craigslist. This in itself is amazing -- that there was a legitimate job on the Memphis craigslist, much less the fact it's the best job for me ever. I was hired before I even interviewed based on my resume.
2. The job itself is Web Development/Design, using mainly html code and wordpress functions. It's part time, but double minimum wage here. It's also about 3 miles down the same road that I live on, so I walk there. I'm already scheduled for a raise.
This experience just boosted me up on the valuable/marketable assets when I move back to the left coast. If I can make $10.50 starting out here (and that's just training!), then I could prolly make $15-$20 when I go back to the bay or Seattle. Cost of living and such. It's like being an intern, but I'm getting paid. And I don't have to pay for schooling. Rock! I'm beating the system.
3. Went to the P&H Cafe in Midtown. Did comedy. I wasn't too excited about going, but I did because I haven't done any for about two weeks. I'm still burnt out. I waited for several people to go up, they were aight. Entertained the rest of the crowd well enough. Then I went up. I killed a guy heckler in the front, by saying I'd kick him in the cunt. I was golden from there. I must have gotten 5 breaks of applause at things I shouldn't have gotten breaks for! Well, I do think I'm brilliant, but not always that brilliant. It was almost laugh track level of awesome laughs.
I have never killed so hard in my life. There was a deafening silence or something after I got off. You could feel the energy ease up in the crowd and waiting in anticipation of getting someone to follow me. I've never seen an mc more awkward in following me. It was so weird that I was the comedy super star! I haven't had people run up to me after my set in a while. And this was one of the most honest and genuine kissing my ass sessions ever.
4. About two days after I got here, I received a reply to an email I sent in October to Mr. B-ger. Now... I'm not saying he's slow or anything... I didn't fully remember sending it (Yay booze!) till I got the reply. He told me to call him, so I finally did today, mainly because I saw a news story last night about Coach Gore headbutting a chick and getting suspended. Ha!
The conversation wasn't quite as awkward as I had thought it would be. Somewhat, but it's like he has no life any more and he wants one again and was interested in everything I had to say. Kinda weird.
I also find it coincidental that in less than two months, I have talked to/run into 4 different guys I have had/do have an affinity for. Of my deeper pining, crush moments of post-elementary school, I'm only missing one or two (Danyel and Andy?... do they really count? Hmm...) But interacting four of 6... not bad. And every single interaction has been perfect and beautiful in the way of knowing I'm on good terms with all of them. It doesn't mean I'm getting ass from any of them, but I'm their friend and somehow, that's okay with me for once, granted, I'm over two of them. But there's always gonna be something that doesn't go away. I'll love them all in their own way just sans sexual prowess. I remember the head space I was in, who they were. People change and grow. It's like, I'll always love the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but the Secret of the Ooze made me fall in love with them. I don't think I'll ever fall in love with them again, but the Ooze will always have a place in my heart.
5. I moved here during the eclipse.
6. I have drank two nights in the last two weeks and haven't gotten stoned since I've been here. I don't think I went more than about a day in the last 3 years of not being stoned or drinking. I haven't wanted to either.