Drone shots

Saga of Headphones

I wrote that earlier I had gone to my company’s “Friends’ Day outing.” It was at the Standard Resort Hotel. It’s on the bay and it’s one of the swankiest places in Miami. Celebrities and Professional athletes can be seen here on the reg. I saw a few when I worked there. So all of us Sylvester workers were there with the boss. A friends day. When we left I discovered that I did not have my headphones. My Apple ear pods, specifically. Everyone has them and they’re the white ones. So after, we met up at another establishment, Batch Bar and Grill. We all were sitting at a long table, I said,”Has anyone seen my headphones?” Nick replied, “Those were yours!?” He then told me the story: Laz, a brother of one of our bartenders, Chris, who is a good friend of mine, was leaving and Nick saw them on the chair and I asked him if there were his. He looked at them. Kinda was like “uuuuu?” Then he said that they were his, “You can contact him.” I did. I sent him a message and he messaged me back that he’d return them. Cool, right? Still don’t have my headphones. So, I have written them off, but I’m still going to repeatedly try to get them back. Like a social experiment on human influence.

Rejection Letter

 

I just got an e-mail. A rejection letter. A while back I applied for the Federal Job, Diplomatic Courier. I felt like it would be great for a rootless rolling stone like myself. Always moving. Having no family would be acceptable. Like, I have nothing. Now another rejection. Ok, back to the drawing board. Gotta figure something out. Like, how to I succeed? I work so hard. People admire my hard attitude at work and they compliment me on how hard I work. True. And why do I do it? Why do I come in early to work and stay late? Working off the clock just a bit? Cause nobody believes in me. My job right now doesn’t pay much and the hours are long and very physical, but at least this company and the management believed in me! How do I reach success without resorting to a life of crime? The letter with a big paragraph letting me down easy like a relationship that ended. Fuck. Like, I can’t get hired anywhere except in the Service Industry as a barback or a server? Damn, what’s a nigga gotta do? Like, what the fuck?

Film Maker I am

Oh well, it looks like a gotta go film more. Drum up work or create my own content and try to sell it. Damn, I’m gunna have to work for a living! LOL. Well, I got a good film buddy as my roommate, Giovanni. This guy is animal on the camera or lights, and his editing skills are unmatched with anyone I’ve ever encountered. I’m in a golden window of film making. I have him, Stazio, and Richard. And further out, Neal, in the Bull-Pen, so to speak. Neal is a natural as an actor and always willing to help out behind the camera. My lease is out in 8 months, and at that point, I’m making a move to another country, maybe Spain, so I really want to film a major project with my buddies here. That project is Joker Inc.

Super Bowl

Super Bowl just passed. It took place here in Miami. My work, The Sylvester, hosted a viewing party. We’re definetely not a Sports bar so we had a lot of difficultly at the beginning. But everything smoothed out. But it was a madhouse at one point. All the customers started ordering a bunch at the beginning because it was free food for all, if they’d paid the price. And they got testy because the multitude of TV’s were function on point. Some were out of sync and some weren’t even on. Yet, we dealt with it like troopers. A few us tossed back a few shots. Our really were in the weeds and were a little snappy.

 

Conclusion

Focus more and work more intelligently, not just harder.