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I wrote this and put it in my wallet today.
I’m not gonna lie, you guys. I kinda feel like a loser and not to mention I’m behind on both my obligations and pet projects and that makes me feel like I’m totally freakin’ worthless. I honestly never thought that I’d be back to work like this. I really, really thought that I hauled enough ass at these kinda jobs for two years before I landed the job that I used to accumulate a small amount of street cred. I figured after I lost that job so some loft in Chelsea could have bigger flat screen TVs that I’d be OK with just The Molls Show and some freelance here and there and whatnot. But I’m not and I’m here. And I would feel like, really really badly about myself if I wasn’t raised to work hard and appreciate someone’s willingness to employ me, but fortunately I’m not that inflated. I still kinda feel like I’m a spangled thong in the 2 for 1 reject pile at Contempo Casuals though, so I guess this reminder is helpful.
My story isn’t anything like the same but I feel like this about most things in my world and it’s nice to see it in a single sentence.
