Back to the topic. ("Actually forgot it, Ho's, Money, I'm the shit, Oh Yea I'm Reminded --> J-Cole, Back to the Topic - Friday Night Lights Album). Alrighty then, so I realized something after seeing a bum on the train last night. It's honestly seriously time for me to start looking for another job. How'd I come to this realization from a homeless bum on the train you ask? Hold on, stop interrupting my train of thought with your train of thought and let me explain.
This semester, I go to school Tuesday nights and I get out roughly between 9 and 9:30pm. So I got out of class and wait for the B train at Rockefeller Center. When the B train gets there, I'm standing right between two cars. To my left, is a pretty empty car. To my right is a car with the bum. For some STRANGE reason, unbeknownst to me, I decided to go into the car with the bum inside. I have no idea what possessed me to ride in that car. I mean it ain't like he was cute or nothing. But there was this strange feeling of comfort that I had going into that train car even though knowing there was a bum there.
Anywhoo, fast forward 3 minutes later. I see this bum eating a container of rice (I think it was Halal chicken and rice) like it was going out of style. I am a Haitian American and I have been to Haiti 3 or 4 times in my life and neither here nor there have I ever seen a person eat rice like that. I mean I've seen some hungry people in my day, I've watched those Christian Children's Fund infomercials from time to time. But I have NEVER EVER seen ANYONE down ANY meal like that in my life. I'm pretty sure that if he had teeth, he would have eaten the aluminum container. Shit, after seeing that I safely tucked the rest of my burrito in my bag in case he wanted to eat that and my arm.
As I'm watching this bum eat every last grain from the container, I realized something. I KNOW THIS GUY!!! He is a regular patron at the library that I work at and he usually comes in to borrow a laptop. I was like "Shiiiiiiittt. No wonder I felt comfortable with this guy. Me and dude go way back." But I was hell bent on not letting him see my face, because the only thing more horrible than having a bum start a conversation with you on the train is having a bum YOU KNOW start a conversation with you on the train. Plus, the last thing I wanted to do was talk about the library after both being in the library at work and talking about it (the marketing part of it) all evening at school. So in an attempt to be INCONSPICUOUS, I hunched down in my chair and started combing my hair over my faces to conceal my identity.
And it worked! Homie got off at Atlantic Ave and I continued my journey home having dodged a huge, homeless bullet. But then I started thinking. I wonder if people were curious as to why I was using my hair like Captain America's shield to hide myself. But then I started asking myself, how many people on this train have ever had to hide from a homeless guy who regulars their job? I'm no mathematician or statistician or anything but I'm pretty sure the answer is one. THIS ONE GIRL OVER HERE!
So I now realized. IT'S TIME TO GO. I'm sure no one else has to worry about running into bums that they know on a first name basis on their way home. I've been feeling like this for a loooonnnnng time now but I've been comfortable. Anyone who works at a library can tell you, this is one of the most comfortable jobs you can have. It doesn't take much effort and you can completely forget about work once your off the clock. No taking work home, no stressing over deadlines or projects...Uhmmm..Why do I want to leave again?
Oh yeah, the homeless guy for one. The fact that I'll complete my MBA by May next year also. And the fact that as easy as it is, I DO NOT LOVE THIS JOB. I go in, have my outer body experience for three and a half hours then leave and everyday think of that Stacie Orrico "There's Gotta Be (More to Life)" (and if you don't know that song shame on you! BTW Where's Stacie at these days son? Can you say Comeback 2012!?!). So mark it on your calendars all. I gotta get out of there someway, somehow soon! I found love in the hopeless place of marketing and advertising anyways. No more homeless frenemies on the train for this gyal.
(SideNote/Marketing practice/Help A Sista Out with her Internship/Spread The Word)
Right now, I'm interning for a small women's company called Honey & Gold, and we are trying to get some funding. Now I ain't gonna be selling anything to you. That's not my style and that's tacky. I'm in marketing, there a difference. Anyway, Honey & Gold has some cool ass products for women like a 24K Women's Beverage called the Signature Elixir. It's an organic drink with little pieces of edible gold inside. It helps us girls out with our lady issues like cleaning out the vajayjay, reducing cramps and all that good stuff. They have other cool stuff like gold covered tea cones, and a Yoni egg for vajayjay exercises. Now I'm not asking you to buy anything (but if you did donate, I wouldn't hate you or anything like that you know wink, wink). I just need your help spreading the word. You know, tell somebody who knows somebody, who knows somebody, who knows the friend of the cousin of Oprah's long lost sister. IDK. But any help is BIG help. I promise to remember you when I blow up and I'll buy you a lollipop to show my gratitude. Guys are welcome to spread the word too, but use the Yoni egg at your own risk.
So here's the 411. Click here -- > Honey & Gold Indiegogo Campaign - Women's Health Beverage to learn more about the company, buy some products, fund the campaign, check out our social media sites, OR JUST TO SEE WHAT THE HELL I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!
Thank you for listening all. You are a gentleman and a scholar.
Deuces
-S
