Monday, July 6, 2009
"Why do you hate it, Harold?"
Good question.
I no longer have a life. I get paid minimum wage (almost).
But the worst of all...
I am no longer inspired.
I cant write lyrics, make beats, I cant even record as much anymore.
I hope everybody at my job reads this, and I get fired out of "sympathy" lol.
In all honesty, this is a humbling experience. I worked on a holiday for the first time in my life this weekend. This was the only 4th of July in my life that I didnt have anything close to grilled food or barbecue. I know God has me here for a reason. I know that this will make me so much more grateful for all of His blessings when I finally start making more money with this talent of music that was imparted in me. This is only temporary. So excuse my complaining. I just need to vent for the time being. I don't even need to wonder if anybody can relate because I know every underground artists or college going career-pursuer endures the same type situation. Whether it be a Nursing major/part-time waitress or a grocery bagging rapper named Future, this is nothing new. So I remain thankful because its only a matter of time before I'm laughing about all of this on Oprah hahaha (shout out to my nigga Stedman!)
So... in the meantime, Goodnight. Another 8 and a half hr shift tomorrow. But thankfully I fly to NY on Tuesday!! So, I do get a break soon.
PEACE
Labels: job, new york, NY, Oprah, stedman
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