I Was Back To Sleep By The Time I Heard The School Buses
so this morning,
i actually woke up at 5:58am.
no alarm clock.
shocked the shit outta me...
since i’ve been unemployed,
waking up that early was a distant memory.
soon i was going to be part of the hustle and bustle of the new york morning again.
the look of annoyed and disdained new yorkers on a monday morning.
the faint smell of my warm sausage, egg, and cheese sammich with light pepper.
peepin’ who is cute while pretending to ignore underneath my headphones.
i was ready it.
i got up,
took a shower,
took my multivitamins,
threw on my clothes,
did a quick costume change,
and put on my “love me this morning” scent.
i had no start time or address,
but my vixen friend said she would provide it this morning ASAPY.
since all corporate jobs start somewhere between 9-930am,
after a while with you making up your own time,
i wanted to at least be there 930-ish.
it was 730am when i was dressed and ready.
my phone rang and it was my vixen friend from the agency:
“hey jamari and good morning!
okay so the job today isn’t gonna happen.
they sent me an email saying they won’t need you today.
i’m sorry for having to have you get up this early with nowhere to go!
keep your stuff together just in case i have anything else…”
i felt like this:
same charlie brown face when he was on the floor.
i was so vexed.
i felt embarrassed because i wrote about the job.
got all that positive energy i was going to take with me.
i’m even more heated i wasted my “good” cologne and hair cream.
i threw my bag on the floor,
curled up on the couch,
and went back to sleep in my work outfit.
the more i deal with this job hunt,
the more I’m realizing i hate it.
i hate this sudden change/no change shit.
but started from the bottom and i’m still here in this bitch.