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Hey Africanites, what up? It's ya man in the Midwest, Big Zed, holding it down so you don't have to. I had an absolutely uneventful weekend, which was cool with me. I had a lot of time to think about the general direction of my career and shit. I read where you can figure out if you're in the wrong job if you just ask your friends "Do I like my job?" and listen to the responses. The shit I got was a resounding "No!"

Now I'm not a spring chicken and shit. I can't go around just switchin' up and shit for the fuck of it. I gotta have a plan. I don't have many things I like to do that I could get paid for. The short list is:

• pornographic actor
• mattress tester
• "Before" model for Just For Men

The thing I know for certain is that I have to get out of this town. I had a two-year plan. Move for the title (which accurately describes my capacity at my old job, but my title was far less descriptive) then move again to a better locale with a better title. Just climbing the ladder.

I'm giving this career path the flux. I'm not really feeling this shit. The Poppins incident notwithstanding, this place is for the birds, African. What I do next has to come from within. I'll meditate like I always do (though I've been told I've been doing it wrong by a friend of mine) and I'll get some clarity.

Be cool,
KZ