CREATIVE JUICES...
...there's this zen part of my brain that tells me to just let go...i've stressed myself out lately introducing myself to others' words when it comes to my friends and family's advice when the caption is "my career," such as..."what am i still doing working inside a warehouse when i could be utilizing my degree elsewhere"..."why am i still working here when i could be working there"...
...to tell you the truth...the answer makes me feel a bit queasy because my stomach and heart can't always digest my mind...
...sometimes the whole thought of "careering it" just feels like prostitution...and i get bored and sick because this is the life i've known too well...for you can only buy it if you know how to sell it...so on...
...REALLY...what goes on in my mind during these dog-hungry interviews is: I'M NOT ONE OF YOU...
...I'M NOT DULL OR INFLATED...I KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS TO ALL OF THOSE "TEAM RELATED" QUESTIONS...a corporate guide to all dummies implied...just give me a while so's that i can relate to them...
...WHAT MAKES ME NERVOUS AND TREMBLE AT THESE INTERVIEWS IS THE FACT THAT I AM AN AQUARIUS AND MY MIND IS ALWAYS ELSEWHERE: still thinking about that cool thin black chick that i shared a smoke with the other day and how her body is modeled to perfection...she wished me a "happy friday" on thursday when all that i wanted to do was lick that piercing upon her right eye-lid and fly away naked...
...and to that front-desk security guard...the day only seems sane when i can wave that ugly badge of mine towards those earth-toned eyes, for, she knows that we both hate the sack we're currently in, while her everyday expression tells me: we could both hold each other tight until eternity...
...YES...my resume sucks, but my mind is gold.
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...there's this zen part of my brain that tells me to just let go...i've stressed myself out lately introducing myself to others' words when it comes to my friends and family's advice when the caption is "my career," such as..."what am i still doing working inside a warehouse when i could be utilizing my degree elsewhere"..."why am i still working here when i could be working there"...
...to tell you the truth...the answer makes me feel a bit queasy because my stomach and heart can't always digest my mind...
...sometimes the whole thought of "careering it" just feels like prostitution...and i get bored and sick because this is the life i've known too well...for you can only buy it if you know how to sell it...so on...
...REALLY...what goes on in my mind during these dog-hungry interviews is: I'M NOT ONE OF YOU...
...I'M NOT DULL OR INFLATED...I KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS TO ALL OF THOSE "TEAM RELATED" QUESTIONS...a corporate guide to all dummies implied...just give me a while so's that i can relate to them...
...WHAT MAKES ME NERVOUS AND TREMBLE AT THESE INTERVIEWS IS THE FACT THAT I AM AN AQUARIUS AND MY MIND IS ALWAYS ELSEWHERE: still thinking about that cool thin black chick that i shared a smoke with the other day and how her body is modeled to perfection...she wished me a "happy friday" on thursday when all that i wanted to do was lick that piercing upon her right eye-lid and fly away naked...
...and to that front-desk security guard...the day only seems sane when i can wave that ugly badge of mine towards those earth-toned eyes, for, she knows that we both hate the sack we're currently in, while her everyday expression tells me: we could both hold each other tight until eternity...
...YES...my resume sucks, but my mind is gold.
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