Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
This some bullsh*t...
Today the sh*t hit the fan...I got pulled over today for an expired tag, and found out my license was suspended. Thank God, the cop decided to have mercy and not take me in...he took my car and my license though...it sucks...but could've been worse :)
Took the taxi today...forgot how expensive that sh*t is...when I took the taxi home today, the a$$hole tried to play dumb and go the wrong way...After prompt correction, we got back on track. He got a couple extra dollars outta me for that wack move, but whatever...could've been worse :)
Took the taxi today...forgot how expensive that sh*t is...when I took the taxi home today, the a$$hole tried to play dumb and go the wrong way...After prompt correction, we got back on track. He got a couple extra dollars outta me for that wack move, but whatever...could've been worse :)
HELLO!....Hello?....HELLOOOOOOOO?!
My ex used to absolutely HATE when I ignored her. I knew that was one of her pet peeves. When I wanted to mess with her, I would act like I wasn't listening when she would be talking to me. She would sometimes get upset to the point that she would stop talking to me and might even look like she's about to cry.
It took me a while, but NOW I finally know why she hates being ignored so much. At my job, it involves impulse sales, where I'm calling people over to my table to sell them my product. I absolutely HATE, HATE, HATE, when people act like I'm not saying anything. I finally realize how small it can make someone feel and just how plain rude it is. When people avoid me, I find myself growing angry.
I found myself saying out loud that I would never avoid someone like that, but then I had to catch myself. I did it to someone. Someone I cared about. I'll never do that again. Karma is a muthaf#@ka ain't it?
It took me a while, but NOW I finally know why she hates being ignored so much. At my job, it involves impulse sales, where I'm calling people over to my table to sell them my product. I absolutely HATE, HATE, HATE, when people act like I'm not saying anything. I finally realize how small it can make someone feel and just how plain rude it is. When people avoid me, I find myself growing angry.
I found myself saying out loud that I would never avoid someone like that, but then I had to catch myself. I did it to someone. Someone I cared about. I'll never do that again. Karma is a muthaf#@ka ain't it?
Monday, November 9, 2009
But "so and so" did the same thing....
Imagine this. You and five of your friends come up with a plot to jack some candy from the convenience store down the street from school. One of you actually buys something while you guys act like you're looking while filling up your pockets with everything you can get a five finger discount on. Suppose that while you were all walking out, door open, seconds away from freedom, a pack of Starburst falls out of one of your friend's pockets. Everyone is gone out of the parking lot, but one of you is left behind. Well I was that guy that got left behind.
All of my life, I've always been THAT GUY that got caught. If 50 people did the same thing, I was the 51st guy that got busted. I wouldn't say I was a Bebe's kid, but I was your typical bad a$$ kid coming up. I did more than my fair share of things that, in retrospect, were INCREDIBLY dumb, but for some reason I always faced the consequences. My bad actions always met an opposing and equal reaction. I used to be a klepto when I was a kid. I always got caught stealing. In 7th grade, I changed a grade on my report card. BUSTED. In high school, on senior ditch day, who got busted? YA BOY. Had people over when my mom was at work. BUSTED. Drove with no insurance. BUSTED. Suspended license? BUSTED. I cheated on a girl. Busted for that too. The other day at work, I cut a corner with a customer...you guessed it...BUSTED.
I told my mom that I swear I've always had the worst luck of anyone I knew. We talked about how as far back as I can remember, I never got away with the same things my friends could get away with in their sleep. We had a good laugh at some of the stupid I drowned myself in coming up, but she dropped a jewel on my (like she always does). She said that God has His hand on some of us. Not implying that we all aren't God's children, but there seems to be some of us that God holds to a different standard. Like how in Boyz N Da Hood, Trey got outta the car when Doughboy went looking for Ricky's killer, God has a different plan for some of us, so he leads us in a different direction.
If I haven't learned anything in my life, I know there is a fine line between where I am today, and being young, black, and in jail or dead. I can look back to situations in my life where the outcome could have been completely different had God not have been watching over me.
For much of my life, even now, I have been frustrated by God's plan to keep me on the straight and narrow, but at the very same time, I am extremely grateful for God's grace. I am by no means perfect, and will never be, but it is good to know that whenever I get close to the edge, God always pulls me back.
All of my life, I've always been THAT GUY that got caught. If 50 people did the same thing, I was the 51st guy that got busted. I wouldn't say I was a Bebe's kid, but I was your typical bad a$$ kid coming up. I did more than my fair share of things that, in retrospect, were INCREDIBLY dumb, but for some reason I always faced the consequences. My bad actions always met an opposing and equal reaction. I used to be a klepto when I was a kid. I always got caught stealing. In 7th grade, I changed a grade on my report card. BUSTED. In high school, on senior ditch day, who got busted? YA BOY. Had people over when my mom was at work. BUSTED. Drove with no insurance. BUSTED. Suspended license? BUSTED. I cheated on a girl. Busted for that too. The other day at work, I cut a corner with a customer...you guessed it...BUSTED.
I told my mom that I swear I've always had the worst luck of anyone I knew. We talked about how as far back as I can remember, I never got away with the same things my friends could get away with in their sleep. We had a good laugh at some of the stupid I drowned myself in coming up, but she dropped a jewel on my (like she always does). She said that God has His hand on some of us. Not implying that we all aren't God's children, but there seems to be some of us that God holds to a different standard. Like how in Boyz N Da Hood, Trey got outta the car when Doughboy went looking for Ricky's killer, God has a different plan for some of us, so he leads us in a different direction.
If I haven't learned anything in my life, I know there is a fine line between where I am today, and being young, black, and in jail or dead. I can look back to situations in my life where the outcome could have been completely different had God not have been watching over me.
For much of my life, even now, I have been frustrated by God's plan to keep me on the straight and narrow, but at the very same time, I am extremely grateful for God's grace. I am by no means perfect, and will never be, but it is good to know that whenever I get close to the edge, God always pulls me back.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Frequency
I'm getting on the right frequency. My man talks about how everything has a "frequency". A level of vibration. When you match something's frequency, you attract it. Like when you and someone begin arguing, but end up getting on the same page. Well I feel like I'm getting on the right frequency for success. Today at work, I (once again) improved on my sales numbers from the day before. Made some GREAT money today. And I found out that they are going to start paying weekly beginning next month. Also, my OG homey called me again asking me to do some more contract work for him. Mo money MO money MO MONEY! Also, I've met a few people at the airport that are very interesting. I met a Georgia State Senator who told me to come down and see him if I end up around the Capitol building when he's in session. Also, met Atlanta Falcons receiver Roddy White's mama (very nice lady btw). Also, gotten about 3 or 4 job offers from people who have said that they like my sales style. My manager and all of his bosses love me and have all been saying good things about me. Life is really going up!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
HEY!!!!
Made me some money today!!! Had my best sales day at work and feel GREAT! Also did some contract law clerk work for my other big homey over the weekend. MO MONEY! I happened to put down the remote on Suze Orman last night (she talks some real spit don't hate) and she said that giving money makes you powerful, and people with money are attracted to power, so therefore by giving money, you get money. One thing I've learned from this time of being dead a$$ broke, money comes and goes. Not to say that money is unimportant, money no longer defines me. Therefore, I can give it away to others because I no longer feel like when I am giving away money, I am giving away my status. Example, when I did the contract work for the big homey, soon as he paid me, I offered money to my man that hooked it all up for me. He deserved that because I recognized that without his good word, I wouldn't have gotten the money in the first place. Most lame a$$ negroes wouldn't even think of doing that. THAT is called APPRECIATION. Most people SAY they appreciate things, but few ACT appreciative. I used to be the former, but am striving more and more everyday to become the latter. Say thank you more often. It not only applies to money, the more you give of anything, the more you get! My man calls it the law of reciprocity. Look it up...
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