Job Hunt

I’ve been looking for a job like hardcore. Been walking the streets under the blasting sun. I like the interviews. It gives me the chance to talk to strangers and talk about myself. But it can be difficult to walk into a place and ask them if they’re hiring.

Loans

I took out a loan of 2 thousand dollars because I’m running out of money. I must admit that I’m getting a little nervous that I won’t get a job.

Sports Addiction

Fuckin’ UFC has been taking so much of my time. There’s a match coming up with a boxer and a wrestler going at it. People are split on who’ll win. It’s a dream match of fighting styles and the personalities of the two are so different, too, which makes it even more captivating. They fight in two days and when all the fight build up ends I don’t know what I’ll do with my free time.

The fight was over in 5 seconds. Fuck that shit. I was robbed. I was robbed by the guy I was rooting for. Man, I’d still been satisfied if he lost, but at least make it interesting, but losing in 5 seconds is just wrong. His opponent, Jorge Masvidal, who is from Miami, making me his fan, won with conviction and flare, he deserves his due, but he’s still a prick, and will have to lose soon so I can like him again. He may be like Connor MecGregor II, lord help us.  Now Ben is in an interesting position. He can’t boost like before, which was his calling car. If he’s going to make a come back it’s gotta be John Wick like. Like, he’s gotta tear everyone up and come back to go for the belt. A rematch with Jorge, if Ben earns it, would be a dream-fever.

Got Job, Bitch

Got a new job. I’m working at a swanky bar that specializes in cocktails. It’s called The Sylvester. They got really good cocktails. And I can tell you from the inside that it’s true quality.  Today I mixed a batch of what we call “Avion Milk wash. We blend: graham crackers, milk, butter, salt, lime juice, and 5 bottles of Avion tequila. After we blended it we put it into a centrifuge to separate the heavy particles to leave just the flavored liquor. This took hours. And later this goes into someones drink. I never realized this. I now have more respect for these fufu drinks. I’m also happy to be working indoors in an air conditioned area. This I’ve come to appreciate in my middle years.

What’s Next?

I’m just been contemplating my next move, like where am I going to go after Miami. I want to go overseas obviously but I may not have the money and time is running out, so I may have to max out my credit cards and leave the U.S. and just say fuck all to the debts. I’m willing to do it. I’ve been living financial responsible all my life and look where that’s got me. I’m trying something new. Maybe to a heist for quick change. I detest working for my money. Well, not the idea of it but the action of it. Like, working that much for little cash(!), just ain’t worth it.

Conclusion

Nothing really matters, except your happiness.