My job gives me Richard "Dixpop" Nichols moments

That basically means I go through this almost everyday:


Wooosah

I am so angry at the level of stupidity I have to go through. Let me run some down to you (and if you're offended by what I typed, deal):

-dumb french wench who can't even get a renewal from DECEMBER correct is gonna ask me about an invoice that just came out, if I'm gonna send it out. No wench, I'ma let it sit right there

-got a needy ass broad who gets shook when customers ask her a simple question

-have a regional manager who can't find proper words to properly explain a situation (and he's a english major) so shit becomes bigger than it should be (oh and thanks to him I'm on probation).

-have a manager who asks dumb questions like "Why wasn't the contract attached before you sent it to Invoicing?" Because I was handling other "priorities" so these fuckers could get bonuses. You know the ones we don't get, but we always carry the company. What do we get? Fucking lunch. Lunch...fuck outta here

-his manager wants to be fucking Braveheart with people

-have a brand new system that doesn't fucking work

-assholes that don't/won't understand that this new system is way different than the previous one, which is funny since THE SYSTEM WAS MADE BECAUSE YOU FUCKERS ARE TOO FUCKING LAZY TO DO ACTUAL WORK

-this prick is gonna send me an email saying "Thanks and we would really appreciate it if this gets invoiced in May (today)" right after I told the prick everyone is trying to have their shit invoiced for May so please be patient.

Wooosah

When the director and my manager's manager left, my division went to shit. We're running around like headless chickens. People are quick to have these long drawn out conversations about why shit didn't get done instead of trying to FIX the problem. And no, *censored*, that doesn't mean even more meaningless meetings, activities, exercises. Then they wonder why people leave (we had ten people leave last year). A former co-worker came to visit and I'll be damned if she didn't look fucking happy. I want to get there, I really do which leads to my own problems. I'm just angry at everything and that's so not me.

Music makes me happy, but that industry is dying quicker than bees in the winter.
Writing, though it's a constant battle, makes me happy, but that shit is just like the music industry. I'm feeling like I'm chasing young folks' dreams and that makes me even more depressed.

I'm too smart for this shit, but yet I can't seem to find a way out (let's face it, (well paying) jobs are getting less and less by the minute). Figured I'll look into Networking, but *sigh*

Wooosah

I'm so confused
I'm so angry
I'm so scared
I'm so...

*sigh*

What's the point?

And I know today's events shouldn't bother me, but we're going to dance this dance again tomorrow. Why? Because the prick's invoice didn't get produced and more than likely they're gonna say it's because I didn't attach the contract. Motherfucker, if it was that important, you should have made sure it was in on Thursday. If yall were smart, yall would have seen that alot of stuff didn't get invoiced. Why? BECAUSE EVERYBODY ELSE WERE TRYING TO GET THEIR SHIT INVOICED.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm waiting to get blessed so I can listen to this and get the smile they casually erased...

Young Hilary Clinton

Ouch

Here I Go Again

"Yo, god. I'm bored as shit. Ain't nobody to murk?"
"Relax, brah. I'll let you know what's up when I know what's up."
"Uggggh!"
"I know I know. I'm itching too, but we have to be patient. Play a game or something"
"God, I finished Grand Theft and these niggas on Live make want to murk someone even more."
"You know what you need? Some seafood. City Island?"
"Bet. These nuggets ain't did shit for me."
"You slumming again?"
"Sometimes you just get that urge for some McNuggets. And City Island ain't all that upscale."
"Ha! Just get ready. Some fresh air and water might do you some good. Thirty."
"Thirty."

"I'm a true Americana, don't like no red."
"Red?"
"You know...brits, commies, injuns, Red Sox..."
"I didn't know you were a Yankees fan."
"Watch your mouth. I'm a Braves fan."
"But you don't trust 'injuns'. Sheeeet you might be a 'Skins supporter too."
"Don't you mention them no more. I'm for God's team, the Cowboys."
"Lord jesus"
"Blasphemer!"

...it's something and if you know my style, it's always dialogue first as well as disjointed. It's something...trust me.

International...International...

We're Wrong Turn Vibin'

Remember when I spoke about the group me and my boys were in and how if I found a track I would up it (if not remind me to tell ya)? Here it is:

 And now for the story behind this (and remember some info may be missing since I had little to do with it)

Back in the dayz, we were young idealistic men who decided that rap music was going down the hole due to the influx of "gangsterism". When people mentioned hardcore, it's usually associated with gunplay, smoking, drinking, getting on hoes (sounds familiar?). To us hardcore was about the art, our gunplay was lyrics, we got high off of doing stuff like video games, making beats, shooting pool, etc. (sounds like De La, right?).

Everyone had a crew or a movement back then. Ours was called Wrong Turn, meaning what everyone else is doing, we're doing the opposite. Admirable. This was supposed to be our theme song, the song that lets people know what we were about

Anyway, our summers usually included a trip to Jones Beach for Greek Fest, but on this particular Saturday, Dre and I decided to skip it. We decided to work on some beats (I forgot where G was, probably was at the Fest haha). We had this sample that an associate gave us, but we couldn't figure out what to do with it. We're messing around when we came upon the drum sample used in ATCQ's "Can I Kick It". Drumbeat vinyl on the turns, sample in the tape player, and a bootleg way of connecting both to a four track. Dre manned the turns as I handled the tape deck. Like chocolate falling into some peanut butter, it worked causing us to go "Woooooooo!" Dre and I looked like we create a hit single or something. In the following days, Dre and G worked on the lyrics.

When they laid the track down, I had problems with my ear so I wasn't able to go. Surprisingly they claim that was the quickest session ever (bastards). Dre did the ad-libs I was supposed to, but around that time I was getting more in the spoken word (I had a plan that didn't really work because...well read on).

A few months later, Dre decided that rap wasn't his thing anymore (I'm guess it was more from people saying his sounds were dated or too Tribish than the love being gone. Of course I could be wrong). That was it; Mystic Odd Squad faded away only a memory to us three and the people who hung with us.

So yeah, things have changed; for the most part we like to take a couple of drinks now and then, I smoke, and the ideals we had at age 18/19 changed when we got closer to 23/24 (actually once we discover the joys of drinking and clubbing…well you know).

If you read through all of the above you deserve a treat (or two):

 

 

*chucks the deuce and gives the Pam*

1L2U,

Prov!?

It's Been A Long Time

...since I wrote something

Yep.
I wasn't bullshitting this time
Ain't ya proud?

...it's hard to be a man when there's a gun in your hand

For some reason, that line stuck to me more than the others. Maybe I thought it was poetic.

Or maybe...
Nah (ie don't read suicide haha please don't)

Anyway it's been an interestingly down weekend. I need to soak in the sun. I feel that yearly beach yearning. Gonna make it happen, that's my word...