Hustler's Ambition

Yeah.

So I got up this morning and decided I was going to go out into the world and continue job hunting. I've been sleeping in my bed a lot more recently with my brother picking up some Grandma slack and I swear my posture and demeanor is a lot better for it. I swore I was going to have a nice quiet Saturday at home but then I found out DJ Spider was coming to town late Saturday night at On Broadway and since I can get in on the sly...well, at least next weekend I can have that nice quiet (boring?) Saturday night at home.

I went to a local mall, and found everything lacking. So I left and went to a job fair for a major hotel reopening. I had one interview where I started off below average but was coming on at the end. Then I was asked if I could hang around for another interview. Gotta be a good sign. I was texting my friend Meagan about how she'd missed out last Saturday but could make it up this Saturday. And then she couldn't. So I mocked her some more. And then the second interview. This was with a different woman a rung or two up the ladder and I was able to make her chuckle and impress her with some tales of the wilder situations I had to handle at the Center. That one goes about 10 or 15, and then they ask if I can hang around for a third interview and now I'm thinking I am Flynn. So I wait and keep taunting her. She says she's got a weekend before Hawaii, you want to go out then? Yes, it's next Saturday. She hasn't been to my favorite club in town (Stingaree--check February for that history), and now as I close that deal it's Interview #3 with the Director of Public Operations.

SO Flynn.

Anyway, the opening is the ridculousness of how I got fired and I explain the whole thing. He laughs at them. Not chuckles, full-on laughs about me getting 24x pay on a suspension and all of that. He says something like maybe subconsciously I was prompting myself to move on, and how the right opportunities spring out bad times if you work right. He finds my week-long unemployment hilarious, because I'm sure he's heard some sob stories over the past couple days and this kid's opening up laughing about his firing and is barely unemployed. PLUS he laughed at "Nothing that wouldn't get me fired". Then, he explains the job, which is like my old job with a couple of tweaks and a better uniform. Oh, and paying $11.75 an hour (I overheard...whoopsie!). So I'm finishing a lot of his sentences because I see the vision, and I would only be dealing with 500ish people because it's so exclusive. Twenty minute third interview, and he's stressing about making sure my address & cell # is correct. You tell me I'm not in.

Then I hit the mall (different) to get myself up to one of them there buhrightos and I run into my friend Stella and she recognizes me from the English class we had togther. Thirty minutes later I have an escort to see DJ Spider at On Broadway. And what I'd get? A couple of T-Mobiles that'll be activated in a month, with no upfront charges. Yup. A couple. My Verizon deal ends on Christmas Eve, so that might be ugly for a little bit. I think it's cheaper for me to stay on instead of breaking off and paying that fee until the hotel money comes in. 1000 minutes, which'll come in handy once I'm unsingle again. They aren't cameraphones, I think, so I may sell one or both of them.

And even with those, I was lucky enough to stop at Borders and then get a couple of slices before Aaron happened to get off while I was in the neighborhood and gave me a ride home. The Earth will provide, I told him simply at the end of this story. The Earth will provide.

Total time spent: 6.5 hours.

I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle
Nigga you get in my way when I'm tryna get mine and I'll buck you...

Wait & Whisper Sexual Healing DJ Spider mixing Marvin Gaye & the Ying Yang Twins