I'm in the midst of another one of my little career crises. Is my work important enough? Is it worth it to further my plan in this small city when bigger cities could use my help? How long do I wanna do what I'm doing before I make a cash grab? Usually, the origin of these thoughts is pretty mysterious, but not so this time. I feel myself outgrowing this place by leaps and bounds.
As I was daydreaming yesterday, in a two hour meeting that could have been a fifteen minute meeting held in a phone booth, I thought about the kind of week I was having already. I went to HR yesterday to submit a receipt for reimbursement and I saw the receptionist, Monica. Monica had hooked me up with her cousin in June (no, I didn't blog about this shit).
Now Monica is fuckin' hot, but she's married. And Monica's sister, who also works for the city is fuckin' hot, but married. I figured on genes ruling the day, so I went out on a blind date with her cousin. She was...how do you say... Bland. Plain. Not pretty, not ugly, not fashionable, not tacky. Boring. Sleep inducing. 2% milk. Vanilla. I went out with her, cut the date short and never called her again.
But her cousin called me a few times afterwards. I talked to her and was very pleasant, but I didn't initiate another date. So she sent me an e-mail on Monday when I was out asking if we could go out to lunch. I told her I'd see but my schedule was extremely busy.
On Tuesday I'm face to face with Monica giving me a dirty look. I was unfazed at that point. You knew that chick was boring and plain when you tried to pass her off on me! But I couple that with Malakia now open, ready for action and seen semi-daily, FIFA Booty on the come up, the bank teller (no, I didn't blog about her either), plus the geographic parameters of the city and errbody knowin' errbody, not to mention the inability of muthafuckas to separate what I do from who I am, and the shit gets claustrophobic. It's a bitch.
The professional becomes the personal, the personal becomes the personality. The value of big cities is the ability to compartmentalize your life. Right now, I'm sharing a room with every aspect of my life and it's getting hard to take it.
KZ
As I was daydreaming yesterday, in a two hour meeting that could have been a fifteen minute meeting held in a phone booth, I thought about the kind of week I was having already. I went to HR yesterday to submit a receipt for reimbursement and I saw the receptionist, Monica. Monica had hooked me up with her cousin in June (no, I didn't blog about this shit).
Now Monica is fuckin' hot, but she's married. And Monica's sister, who also works for the city is fuckin' hot, but married. I figured on genes ruling the day, so I went out on a blind date with her cousin. She was...how do you say... Bland. Plain. Not pretty, not ugly, not fashionable, not tacky. Boring. Sleep inducing. 2% milk. Vanilla. I went out with her, cut the date short and never called her again.
But her cousin called me a few times afterwards. I talked to her and was very pleasant, but I didn't initiate another date. So she sent me an e-mail on Monday when I was out asking if we could go out to lunch. I told her I'd see but my schedule was extremely busy.
On Tuesday I'm face to face with Monica giving me a dirty look. I was unfazed at that point. You knew that chick was boring and plain when you tried to pass her off on me! But I couple that with Malakia now open, ready for action and seen semi-daily, FIFA Booty on the come up, the bank teller (no, I didn't blog about her either), plus the geographic parameters of the city and errbody knowin' errbody, not to mention the inability of muthafuckas to separate what I do from who I am, and the shit gets claustrophobic. It's a bitch.
The professional becomes the personal, the personal becomes the personality. The value of big cities is the ability to compartmentalize your life. Right now, I'm sharing a room with every aspect of my life and it's getting hard to take it.
KZ
38 comments:
ok I'm going to want you to quit 'shitting where you work.' I thought you knew better.
@Stilts
I'm not dating anyone I work with. That's the official definition of shitting where one works, right? I'm basically pissing where I wash clothes.
KZ
i live in the second largest city in the country and it runs like a small town, every body knows everybody and most everyone knows everyone's business....'cuz we all work in the same industry.
worlds collide and become one, which means it's easier to make peace with yourself and who you are what you're doing cuz that's aspect doesn't change...it seems like it would, but it really doesn't.
i totally over posted sorry!
I know what you mean. Someone asked me once why I don't date someone in my "crew". Thing is, we have so many of the same friends and run in the same circles, much of it community and entertainment oriented, that it would present a similar problem. I like to keep sh*t seperate.
Those small inner circles are NOT a good thing. I hear you Zed. You need a small tight knit stable.
sending you hugs Zeddie...repeat after me...TODAY IS GOING TO BE A GREAT DAY!!! Now breath deep...ok....Smoochies!!!
I hope you find an outlet soon!!!
Again...this is all for a purpose. Don't forget that fact and the rest of the distractions will not mean as much.
Import or Export the SA does not have enough diversity/variety for you to play with.
I see that I'm not the only one that doesn't post about every person and every interaction in my life. For a minute I thought I was slacking...
this is exactly why you don't mess with folk even associated with the work place. even relatives are off limits.
sounds like it's time to start back importing the booty.
Zed, for a guy in a small circle/town, you seem to get caught up in a lot of six degrees of separation, where you eat, don't shit drama with work/women. Why do you keep dating the nieces, aunts, cousins, sisters and grand-mothers (probably one you DIDN'T mention) of your co-workers.
Small towns can be freaky like that. I moved to a small city from a large city as well and I find it difficult to take. I mean in my old big city I could date a dude and never see his ass again. Here I would date a dude and I'd see his ass everywhere. At the supermarket, at the club, walking down the street...everywhere. It's getting to be a bit too much to handle.
@Miss Ahmad
It's the industry, babe. The industry runs the show. My boy works in the upper echelon of Ford Motor. It's the same deal in the D in that respect.
Yo, why did Cheech move on to the next round? And why did Lea Thompson try to pretend to have rhythm? And why is Little Richard THAT gay?
@BZ
I likes my shit separate but equal. And we know that shit don't work!
@69
Quiet as it's kept, I need some booty.
@RD
I think I've found my outlet
*lookingatyourpic*
Ahhhhhhh!
@Isha
I need to met that one chick, the misfit or outcast. The broad that pulled a Stevie Nicks and went her own way. Nahmean?
@Dyna
Some of this shit is too weird or too boring to blog. Other shit is too sticky or covered with saliva to talk about.
@Aqua
My first import is coming from Mississippi.
@OSB
In some cases, you don't find out until it's too late. In other cases, like the this fix up situation, my dick is too full of the blood that should be flowing through my brain to make a wise decision.
@Miz JJ
You know another fucked up situation I've never blogged about? There's this chick I used to see in college. I banged her and dissed her. She started going with a dude, she told him about me, he got mad. He used to call me, askin' if I wanted to pledge his wack ass frat. I laughed him off and he walked around campus grimmin' me.
Flash forward to now. I see ol' girl at the supermarket almost everytime I go. I forgot she was from Satan's Anus. She's always with her teenage daughter, who looks frighteningly like ol' boy from college.
KZ
*blushing* You so sweet!! I wish they sold Zeddie's in stores down here in ATL LOL!!
Big city...small city. People's business gonna always find its way to other folks, esp when they dont have no business of their own. You sound so restless, KZ. :(
@RD
You mean they don't? I had a distribution deal and everything!
@So Wise
I know I sound all bitch-like and shit, but I'm extra frustrated. I'm restless, but I've always been like that. It's elevated here in the Anus.
KZ
umm Zed if you haven't noticed Mexicans run this...and that's why Cheech progressed to the next round.
Lea Thompson walks just like a walk girl, and that's a quote from one of the contestants!
And somehow I must look like one of Little Richards relative's or have that Grand daughter vibe because within nano seconds of meeting him, he was holding my hand and calling me baby and telling me what to do..
He's not gay...he's just happy!
oh yea and it's totally industry related so you umm, at least try to up grade to a better pond if you can't find a bigger one...
leave them marginal ass entry level girls alone and you somebody who has it going on as much as you do!
and you should be glad you haven't run into a kid that looks like you in the market aisle...that would be tragic!
@Miss Ahmad
What's a walk girl?
I'm sure Little Richard is not gay. I'm sure Little Zed is not in my pants too.
KZ
@Miss Ahmad again
I love that shit! You're always reprimanding me on fuckin' with "the marginals".
You know I would come out to L.A., but the fear of getting hit with shards of a shot glass keep me right here in Satan's Anus.
KZ
who are you talking about?
just be glad that little girl don't look like you!
@Aqua
If that little girl looked like me, she'd have the world as her oyster. I was a handsome kid.
But for obvious reasons, yes, I am glad she doesn't look like me.
KZ
oop she walks just like a white girl!
i'm still slightly hung over from the copius amount of vuve cliquot we drank last night, wishing i could order room service...at home!
soon to be famous little richard quote
"you made my big toe stand up in my shoe"...
can you interpret that please!
Import
...or export yourself the hell out of there. What BZ said is absolutely true, separation is good for the soul. Make sure your money is right, and then get the hell out of dodge!
((speaking to myself also))
I feel you. I switched gyms last year because I missed a week, and when I came back everyone was like "hey were you been?" , "I haven't seen YOU in a while".
Keep in mind I never spoke to these people before.
But now I'm getting flabby because I'm too lazy to drive across town to my new gym.
Zed, it's time to go! Period
Contact a head hunter immediately.
And I mean a person who recruits people for an employer. Not a cannibal from tazan movies, and not a person trying to give out blow....... well you know what I mean? LMAO
LOL @ Miss Ahmad "He's not gay...he's just happy!
"Right now, I'm sharing a room with every aspect of my life and it's getting hard to take it."
It seems like this is the feeling of the month.
I am so burnt out- on EVERYTHING...*sigh*
I soooo feel you.
What is Zed to do? I also dont mention/blog about everybody i come in contact with, i think i woudl need a seperate blog for that
@Miss Ahmad
"Copious" is a good word. It usually makes me think of the amounts of semen my body produces daily.
Little Richard's big toe on crunk? I don't know what the hell that means.
@Chezniki
Looking for a new job makes me sleepy. I'm bored here, bored thinking about moving. Maybe I got Lyme's Disease.
@L and TV
I hate to get clocked like that. It happens everywhere I go here. Have you ever met someone for the first time and they run down all the places they've seen you before? Or ask you about shit you've never told them? It happens to me constantly.
@OneFrom
That one kind of headhunter ain't so bad! But I'll take your advice.
@SanginDiva
Don't be burned on Sangin'! Or lookin' good. Or gettin' felt on by a nasty Michigander.
@IllNaNa
Shit! I wanna read "The Contact Blog"!!!! Nasty!
KZ
Awww Hell! You need to tell them MO FO's that they need to stay out of your Business! That is crazy when some one is trying to be nice and help you and it seems like their help only turns out to be stress for you.
If all else fails tell them you think you got a girl...or at least a person in mind. Then when you try to hook up with someone and they say they heard you was trying to hook up with someone then you can reply back...I had you in mind! LOL! Mack On! Mack On! LOL!
Holla!
I think you need some new azz..lol Go get some and call me in the morning...lol
i definitely can relate. being a hall coordinator means living in the dorm as well. students act like because you live where you work, you want them all up in your apartment and in your life. they also trip and ask questions like, "why you can't come to our party ms. angel? why you won't dance with me ms. angel? why i can't have a crush on you ms. angel, we're both grown?" damn weird ass students!
it is indeed important to keep some semblance of balance in your life zeddy ruxpin. that's the only way to truly enjoy your time off!
"pissing where I wash clothes." Me likey!
In oder to maintain your sanity, sounds like a serious move should be considered. Any prospects?
A blind date? You are a brave man. You hadnt seen pictures of her or anything? Not that the pictures would really be her, but damn. LOL
what does one call the man version of a cock tease?
cuz sometimes i think you should wear a shirt that advertises you as such!
@MrsTJ
There will never be a next time for that shit. That was a first and last "real" blind date I'll ever go on.
@Slish
I owe you a call, bruh! (Not that I got any ass!)
@Mack
That everybody knowing everybody shit gets old quick.
@FA
You situation is definitely tough. How come you ain't let that student hit it?
@Stilts
It's yours!
@Chele
Where you at?
@T Cas
I'm hip. What's a picture mean these days?
@Miss Ahmad
You think I'm a coochie tease? I don't think I classify. I'm more of an inserter.
KZ
You're going to encounter people knowing your bizness in any city but I think you know that.
Keep your head up, do your time and get your head right so you're ready when you get out of (satan's anus).
@Honest
I'm sure people will know your business wherever you go, but they won't be as invested in your shit. At least I hope they wont.
KZ
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