i didnt go to college...i think that is how it is spelled

in my years i have had many types of gigs. it isnt that i am unworthy of employment. it is that they are unworthy of having me as an employee. sometimes i think and say man i wish i went to college. but then again. some grads are idiots. i thinkik and believe life lessons teach you more. i like the fact that i am adaptable to alot of things. and in all of these years i can say that i never been in a situation where i can say 'that was horrible job"

i have done alot of shit. which in my mind kind of makes me an asset to some companies. they want you to be able to handle diversity. multi task and all that good shit. hell, some of the jobs i know wouldnt help me in corporate america.

when i was younger, say 19/20. i dont think i cared to much abou working. i had jobs but id rather hustle weed and other drugs. the sad thing is that when you smoke alot of weed. dont expect to come out on top all the time in that area.

if i can name a job that was the worse. i could say that washing the exterior of airplanes was the worse. i mean shit. big ass brushes. and we sitting here wasing the belly of a 727 to get it sparkling. so many times i wondered how the fuck this is even possible. who needs a bling blinging ass plane? the sad thing is that i did this when i was like 19/20 years old. it was fun then, because i dont know if we really did sit, and i had a good old head friend that was one of the coolest niggas on the planet. and my girl at the time was working the same shift, overnight doing security. she was okay, but her girl was even better. luck of the draw i guess. now some years later when i was 29, i was hard on my luck, and i went to some agency in the hood that get you jobs at the airport.

why was my ex supervisor from the same plane washing job there. and what the fuck does she offer me? the same damned plane washing gig that i worked at nearly 10 years earlier. diff company owner. same bullshit. the difference is when you are 19 you can do this dumb shit for hours. i wasnt built for this shit at 30 years old. the supervisor was a crackhead with missing teeth. and wanted to work us like the airport ramp was a new plantaion. if you know me. you know i complained from the time i arrived that night until the next morning when it was time to go. shit, the crackhead even was upset tht i was eating an apple on what i thought was a lunch break. there wasnt one. dudes worked thru the 12 hour night, and when you workl overtime and havent ate anything. you dont look for a watch. you look for jesus.