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September 19, 2002
but seriously...
what up?
me-i'm chillin'. had an interview out in fort washington today, that went pretty well. i dunno though, because like- it's a receptionist/admin. asst. position, which is cool in itself- but i'll be dealing directly with drug and alcohol rehab persons. that's some shit man. you know? the need for good phone manner with a calm demeanor was stressed, because apparently some of the folks i'll be speaking to will be irate/stressed/uti/scared/etc. that's understandable, and all, but...
it's like, on one hand, i'm not sure i'm up for shit like that day in and day out. i'm very used to non-interaction in my occupational exploits.
but on the other hand, the focus of this job hits close to home... my uncle was a LONG TIME alcoholic. i never knew until i was about 15 or 16. my aun't got married and he was dramtically drunk that morning... all his sisters and his parents (my aunts/mom and g.parents) were skating around the issue, avoiding it... man, i felt sick. i wanted to get the fuck out of that house... cuz like-
my uncle is the man, yo.
he's alot like me... or i, like him. both musically/technologically inclined... sometimes uninspired to a fault... big dreams. he actually dropped a few songs back in the '60s. post doo woppish shit- i have the 45s. he dj'd for a bit on WDAS-FM. the man must have close to 40,000 records, something i WISH i was able to capitalize on (just to be able to talk to him about them) back then. ...i must be making you think he's dead. he's not, he's laid up in a nursing home at age 52, unable to walk, slipping in and out of comas. that stuff is alcohol-unrelated, but indirectly, i think it has something to do with it.
anyway... he was drunk most of the time i was around him.. fucked his liver up, all that shit. he smelled like the shit whenever i would see him. i just think the job would feel like him... i dunno. hope i get it though. they've got benefits, vacation, all that shit. *shrug*
what else?
hmm... oh yes!
THE ROOTS!!!
this saturday, on 23rd & the parkway. i'm excited.. i really need to see those cats again. they make me feel really good. like, after them i can go home and sleep happily. that should be dope... i just hope it don't fuckin' rain, man. it's supposed to, all these fucking hurricane wannabes want to roll up on the states. *shrug*
regardless, i'm going to enjoy myself this weekend. maybe go buy some records tomorrow- then saturday, get ready to rock.
i feel pretty good today.
