LoNG TIMe No SeE

It's been 9 months and not a word from me. Yeah, well, I'm a dick. I should've been filling you, the loyal reads, in on my exploits. I never made any promises but the hiatus gave me alot that you can learn from -at least as a detached observer. Well, here's what's happened since then... I found another low-paying job, broke up with the guy, became homeless, moved to Jersey City reluctantly, was sexually assualted, possibly exposed to an STD, found another job, found out the guy I was living with was a controlling asshole, found another job, and moved back to Brooklyn. With me so far? Ok. So much has happened to me in the last months that it is no less than a journey. How I got back to where I live in Brooklyn is nothing short of a miracle in itself. Oh, and the clincher is you would not guess who I work for now. I'd like to believe that this is a cycle of some sort, my destiny manifesting itself. For a short while I must admit I was walking around with a short fuse and felt as though God had it out for me. Actually God had a plan, he didn't bother to fill me in on it. While I was working my $6.50 an hour (or was it $7.00?) job at the wretched machination called Pearl Paint on Canal I was convinced to answer an ad for a new art store going up in the area where I used to live. After meeting the General Manager in person and handing him my resume in person I continued searching for work. I waited and I waited. Finally, I heard from someone. Only thing it was a position at FedEx Kinkos in Union Square. Let me tell you, it was exactly like the sketch on Dave Chappelle's show. It lasted for 3 weeks. After I received word back from the Art Supply Manager of the art store in Brooklyn I put in my notice of leave. Yeah, $10.50 an hour is nice but $30,000 a year plus benefits sounds much nicer. Next thing I knew I was Shift Supervisor of the art store at my alma mater. After many long hours and difficulty adjusting to the new material and staff I was now a manager. Pretty soon, I moved back to NYC vowing that I would never move to Jersey again. Despite the amount of responsibility and restraint I go through I like my job. I'm surrounded by artists and now that I am part of the adminstration I can put into motion ideas and events that otherwise would have reached deaf ears. My boss is abrasive and unforgiving at times, I give her that but it's much better than where I stood after graduation. Mad props and thanks to those of you who gave me advice. You can expect to hear of great things from me. Well, at least hear of them from myself. Be patient and watch this space...