polyphony.

okay.

so, i'm going to sit here and force a complete blog entry out.

interesting things have been going on recently.

first off, my job.

i skipped work on thursday. i was going to be late, and since i had already been sent home because of being three minutes late earlier in the week, i didn't even waste my time continuing the journey to work. i stopped midstride, went back home, and started looking for jobs.

i thought about the ridiculousness of the whole procedure long and hard that night. i cross-referenced the pro-rated paycheck i'd be getting on friday with the amount of energy my job had wrested from me over the exact same week. i'd decided i'd had enough.

so i quit.

i typed up a short but concise letter of resignation and emailed it that night, straight to the company email address, so that my manager, and anyone else who had access to a computer, could read it. i mentioned that i'd be in to pick up my check no later than 1pm that friday, and closed the letter.

as one weight of overwhelming proportions was raised from my shoulders, another fell on me. pretty heavy. see, i need money man. and as much as i've been exclaiming about lucrative job offers and the like, none of them shits have come through. none.

but i was like whatever. i know i can find a job. and until i do that, i'll be at the rest making beats and concocting detailed plans for the Irresistable Take-Over.

(we'll refer to that from now on as the ITO. write this down in your PRRDB, or your Pre-Reqs to Reading Dave's Blog.)

anyway. i go in at 1pm, as promised, and pick up my check. there's a disquieting quiet about the office, coworker Tom speaks to me in that apologetic tone, kind of like wishing i hadn't had to endure what i did there, and Jose stands to hand me my check. he then points outside and follows me to the front door.

you know this man gets me outside and offers my job back, with the option to start my day later?

alright, so this should rule out any question as to whether i did my job well. i was on some above and beyond 40+ hours a week, and for one of the lower salaries i've had since typing and filing my way into an office setting.

i had to accept.

the idea of being broke for any amount of time was fking with me something serious. i'm on a mission, and as secret as it is, it's no secret that most successful missions had some sort of financial backing. i've got equipment to buy. debts to pay. car insurance, man. the list goes on.

BUT.

it will be made known that i've been getting outstanding offers for employment, and should one come through, i'll be accepting.

*sigh*

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my brother is currently in the process of moving back home. he says it's for a short period of time, but... i mean, come on. you gonna get your isht up to par and then some, on a fedex graveyard shift salary? and try to make beats with me?

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speaking of beats.

yeah. i'm having fun again. there's trouble a brewing, yo. watch.

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i'm going to work on getting a website popping. i've been trying to employ the talents of two cats i've come across in my cyber travels. one's fallen off of my map, and i had a falling out with the other a little more than a year ago.

i dunno. i've pretty much settled on my hosting. we'll see.

ive got some other things in the works, so i'll eventually have lots to report.

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