Another Day at Work

I don't know why I even bother to think that today will be different. My life has sadly become a routine, even as a busy Dj there hasn't been anything that grabbed me as "amazing" during the summer. I guess it wasn't such a bad thing, this summer gave the the drive to go back to school and complete my year and a half, if not two year stay a St. Francis.

I would wake up every morning drag my self to the shower, get dressed, pack my self into a jam packed subway cart and go to work. Get to work do deposit after deposit, eat lunch, do more deposits go home and stuff my face yet again. My life of a champ turned into that of a chump. I started to make more money that I did at my other jobs, but after gaining 20 lbs I also saw a change in who I was. I was no longer the happy and upbeat a person I use to be, I lived to work. After a while I began to notice young business men, some of which, a couple years older than me depositing six-figure checks into their personal account. My initial reaction was anger and jealousy, I found myself asking "why do they have it so easy? why do they have more than I do?". It wasn't until my pain in the ass assistant manger borough it all to the light. Being the perfect example those who got under my skin. This no personality, untalented female doing a job I should be doing. Now, don't get me wrong ladies the reason that she is female has nothing to do with my dislike for her, rather that she is a lazy, rude undermining manger. She received her position through a program offered to "College Graduates", no grades needed just apply. I was tired of doing something I hated and not getting paid for my hard work. It was then I set my focus to, not only go to school but finish.

As I entered class the first thing we started to get into was the events on Sept. 11 2001, fucking great here we go again, a cloud of anger came over me all I could think of was being ridiculed for something I had nothing to do with and hearing the ignorant voices of these ass hole as I was being jumped after school. It was then I remembered, that day changed my life. As a Stag I started to hang with the people that protected me, going to an all boy school isn't as easy as some may think. If you don't come in strong you sure as hell will leave a lot stronger.

Class is about to start . . .til next topic fokes!