i woke up this morning and growled.
i literally growled.
it was that time again…

time for me to return back to the plantation.

i woke up on time,
got dressed on time,
and as you probably guessed,
was out the door on time.
i tend to do things in theme.
on my way to work,
i saw so many people dressed to impressed.
all headed to various #nyfw events throughout the city.
i’m sure my face was looking absolutely thrilled at the sight.
when i got in,
i was greeted by a lot of happy people.
i got hugs,
daps,
and all kind of smiles.
people were telling me i was missed.
asking me what was wrong with me?
was i contagious?
did i have the ebola virus?

“liar liar was pissed because you called out.”

oh well.
when i got to my desk however,
i had a pile of work and folders left for me.
liar liar and thing 2 also called out at the same time.
lets just say i was doing everyone’s job today.
“welcome back jamari!”.
my boss came over to me and asked me how i was feeling.
she also asked if i had a doctor’s note to provide for these days off.
i told her that i didn’t have health insurance.
…very quick save,
but she said i should have gone to the hospital.
whatever.
either way,
i spent the day working and day dreaming about my career.
i even prayed a couple times that the universe bless me with a way in.
i imagined what it would be like to have my own schedule.
being able to get up and do what i wanted.
i met a lot of people like that at #nyfw.
people who told me they don’t know how i do it.
how could i sit at a desk as a creative person

“i have to pay bills and keep a roof over my head…”

i think they had forgotten that key component.
it will be me one day,
but as right now,
i have 30 more backed up folders to go.