figuring things out and figuring out that i have more things to figure out...
i have no idea where to begin( this is the part where the ones who hate reading liong entries sigh and move on to the next friend).
work:
well, eight months into freelance/ independent contractor land and things are kicking ass. i work for about 9 different people/ companies off and on and have been making more money and getting more respect than at another crappy day-job i have ever had in my life. why, this week i made more money than i would have in a month at the last frame shop job i work and was conveniently fired from(i can't thank theresa, my old boss, enough for being the insane, pycho bitch-beast that fired me for no reason which means i got to qualify for unemployment long enough to focus on making good connections). don't get me wrong. i'm not rolling in the bling-bling or anything. i'm just able to support the my life style and still be able to pay school loans and travel. it's several odd jobs that would bore me to tears to talk about. i'll just mention them as interesting events happen.
which brings me to freelance gig #4: friday night lighting tech at reserve- a wine bar/mash-up dance club.
so the computer that runs the lights crash and they have none of the materials required to get it running. not even the guy who installed the software!!(d'uh!) the light go down but not out. they seem to have a default that makes them give a spastic light show. it's kinda like a chicken with it's head cut off. that just meant there was nothing to do that night.
fuck!! the entry is getting long and i'm getting bored so i'm just gonna get to the point-
lights go down= drew no have to work X free drinks for drew at bar= drew dancing like a madman on stage. prissy-ass cracker bitches who think they're hot shit, talk shit just cuz they think they're better. i politely but promptly put them in their place. they sick meathead boyfriend after drew. meathead tries same shit talkin'. drew asks meathead to explain himself. words exchange. meathead invites drew to fight. drew laughs and declines on apart of meathead is twice drew's size and second, second meathead puts hands on drew, bouncers with kick the shit out of meathead and drew might lose job. then, meathead stops talking shit. we shake. i thought it was over. he tells one of the owners... (god! this is the SHORT version? and will someone tell me how to italicize my words on here?) own gets pissed, asks dj and other owners if i should get fired. dj and other owner love me so no fire the drew.
fuck it. i talked to him. everything is cool. i really didn't expect this entry to mutate in such a way.
lovey dovies:
her name is fawna and she's gonna be around for a while. and i continue to surpize myself at what a lucky sack of shit i can be sometimes. (aside from the psycho ex-girlfriend fucking, well, everybody behind my back thing). fawna's awesome and she gets approval from drew's wise ol' buddies(which i have learned to trust) and i guessing there will be more from my open book of a personal life entries that can happen from time-to-time.
lately, it seems every weekend has progressively become the best weekend of my life. it has a lot to do with now that i'm out of school and free of icky drama, i'm able to nurture the friendships i have here to a level i'm happy with. so, my mad rush to leave the city has been put on the back burner. but i'm sure i will be singing a different tune when the god-forsaken-thresh-hold-of-hell winter comes back(please note location)
love,
drew
work:
well, eight months into freelance/ independent contractor land and things are kicking ass. i work for about 9 different people/ companies off and on and have been making more money and getting more respect than at another crappy day-job i have ever had in my life. why, this week i made more money than i would have in a month at the last frame shop job i work and was conveniently fired from(i can't thank theresa, my old boss, enough for being the insane, pycho bitch-beast that fired me for no reason which means i got to qualify for unemployment long enough to focus on making good connections). don't get me wrong. i'm not rolling in the bling-bling or anything. i'm just able to support the my life style and still be able to pay school loans and travel. it's several odd jobs that would bore me to tears to talk about. i'll just mention them as interesting events happen.
which brings me to freelance gig #4: friday night lighting tech at reserve- a wine bar/mash-up dance club.
so the computer that runs the lights crash and they have none of the materials required to get it running. not even the guy who installed the software!!(d'uh!) the light go down but not out. they seem to have a default that makes them give a spastic light show. it's kinda like a chicken with it's head cut off. that just meant there was nothing to do that night.
fuck!! the entry is getting long and i'm getting bored so i'm just gonna get to the point-
lights go down= drew no have to work X free drinks for drew at bar= drew dancing like a madman on stage. prissy-ass cracker bitches who think they're hot shit, talk shit just cuz they think they're better. i politely but promptly put them in their place. they sick meathead boyfriend after drew. meathead tries same shit talkin'. drew asks meathead to explain himself. words exchange. meathead invites drew to fight. drew laughs and declines on apart of meathead is twice drew's size and second, second meathead puts hands on drew, bouncers with kick the shit out of meathead and drew might lose job. then, meathead stops talking shit. we shake. i thought it was over. he tells one of the owners... (god! this is the SHORT version? and will someone tell me how to italicize my words on here?) own gets pissed, asks dj and other owners if i should get fired. dj and other owner love me so no fire the drew.
fuck it. i talked to him. everything is cool. i really didn't expect this entry to mutate in such a way.
lovey dovies:
her name is fawna and she's gonna be around for a while. and i continue to surpize myself at what a lucky sack of shit i can be sometimes. (aside from the psycho ex-girlfriend fucking, well, everybody behind my back thing). fawna's awesome and she gets approval from drew's wise ol' buddies(which i have learned to trust) and i guessing there will be more from my open book of a personal life entries that can happen from time-to-time.
lately, it seems every weekend has progressively become the best weekend of my life. it has a lot to do with now that i'm out of school and free of icky drama, i'm able to nurture the friendships i have here to a level i'm happy with. so, my mad rush to leave the city has been put on the back burner. but i'm sure i will be singing a different tune when the god-forsaken-thresh-hold-of-hell winter comes back(please note location)
love,
drew