“The Words Of My Burden, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Relief.”
Milllaca wrote this signature every day, in hope that Salvanix would read the letters of his heart. he knew he never could write in vain, for these were words too powerful to disqualify. everyday he wrote that these troubles would run very fast to the relief of a situation. he felt that Salvanix, the lady & love of his life – could never understand the true emotions his burden.
Milllaca understood his troubles could never run faster than the relief of Salvanix. therefore, he wrote to her every day the letters of his compassion and she answered them in coy smiles.
wearing fitted suits every day – Milllaca & Salvanix did this – only in public, to display their fixed attitudes on the moving galaxies around them.
Salvanix often questioned why he did things so, Milllaca always argued back and said this was just his “flow”.
living in a serene compartment to avoid the weight of the outside associations, they kept themselves schooled in acknowledging – every speaking solitude. Milllaca tightly cuffed himself within the links of his fashion.
while Salvanix fastened herself in the loose possibilities for more freedom.
however, there came a time when the perfection of each profession became far too controlled. when the time came to move from the confides of peace, the both of them moved to the wild islands of the open future ahead of them.
the colors of this island reminded them of where they both started the existence of themselves. it was something about the bright colors of the butterfly wings which carried the significance to each of them.
the rocks on this island felt more real than it did before, and Milllaca felt he would never return to the compartment of confinement again.
here he was truly free and felt comfort in his clothes being loose on his body. the freedom of the “fit” proved successful, as he could fly with Salvanix without restraint. the ropes of hesitation always flew against the wall of Salvanix’s certainty. he knew deep inside she had to fly, but flying with him would still never catch up to her relief.
Salvanix cried every night because Milllaca could never escape the signature she thought was written on the tables of confinement. as the trees listened to her tears, Milllaca became very apprehensive in the way Salvanix read his emotion. he then wrote after having conversation with the trees a new signature to his beloved Salavanix: “The Words Of My Relief, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Burden”.
Salvanix stood very still, in the silence of emotions, and looked up with intensifying realizations into Milllaca’s dark brown eyes. Milllaca knew what was required and it was unequivocally more than a signature.
remembering the fitted allegiance to the control of their galaxies, he fastened his buttons in hope for an indication that he could still exist in confinement. In tightening his cuff links, he felt a scream within the sound of each agreement that he would be leaving the bagginess behind.
Salvanix SCREAMED…”Milllaca the signature requires more than a tight fix. I’ve never disqualified freedom in confinement, but you sometimes chose to live in a way which prohibits freedom.
live inside of me and exercise your words and I will attempt to drink your burden, but you must find a way to DEMONSTRATE to me your desired relief!”
Milllaca felt the hunger in his soul roar for the relief to be shown. he knew the natural urge was correspondent to the clashing chemical reactions in the room.
the button was the body in which the thread brought life and function. the cufflinks in the same manner, were a steadfast reminder of embodied stylized finesse. these buttons and cufflinks were emblematic of freedom fighters and his ancestral history.
to Millaca, these buttons and cuff links held significant meaning as each of them carried a record of recognition. not to mention the variation of color and styles made it an always faithful tool.
Salvanix hoped to discern the meaning behind the multiple curtains drawn. the ropes and walls of certainty both at odds with each other. as, she thought of the colorful islands and memories of the butterflies found. she then gazed upon these memories and removed her frustrations by unbuttoning the inhibitors holding her back.
Millaca and Salvanix both realized the embodied signatures required to bring relief or cause burden was never unable to be solved // they only needed to communicate the will to fly or to stay at bay. words and sentences never needed to catch up, they only needed to be demonstrated by a faithful and most understood signature.
*The following script, is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…” which is due for release at the beginning of 2019.
Jagrati: WAKE UP!
Gramercy: Wait, for what? It’s only 7:00! I got a couple more zzz’s.
Jagrati: There’s a lot to do! Best start early – if you get up now, you won’t have to regret it later! Now Get up! The clock is ticking!
Gramercy: That’s just the thing tho. I didn’t set this alarm and my sleep time is set differently. I don’t respond by such algorithms and determinations. My body is still snuggled between the sheets and my brain is powered in a REM state, so I’ll keep on
Jagrati: How long shall you snooze me to your heart’s content? Will you ever be ready to face the sound or only when you decide to designate time?
Gramercy: *Clicks to snooze button*
Jagrati: *fades into slowly while progressively getting louDER!!!* Wake up! I’m the reminder of the time! I don’t aim to be embraced- just acknowledged.
Gramercy: Alright, now is the time. I’m ready but first I must get dressed for the day.
Jagrati: Therefore, you should set me early, so you have all proper time to get all your essentials done and out of the way with! By the time you finish eating your breakfast, beating your meat, and checking your phone – about an hour and a half has already passed! You only get so much time to handle your business. Start by following a specific pattern and be a disciple of this set discipline. You won’t regret it!
Gramercy: Then I’ll be like a robot always doing the same shit repeatedly.
Jagrati: Your entire species is built on the same ridiculous concept of existence. IT IS WHAT IT IS.
Gramercy: What about sleep? Don’t I deserve sleep?
Jagrati: Yes but no more than others do. You sleep too much which may be an indication of depression which is a very serious medical condition. You may not be depressed. You may just enjoy it very much because you dream every night. If the dream is more convincing than waking life – you are likely depressed.
Gramercy: So, because I love going to sleep and not waking up to you – I’m clinically depressed?
Jagrati: I said you may be depressed – I’m not saying you are. Seeing as you wake up late and snooze alarms whenever you see fit. I don’t see why you even bother to wake up whenever and ditch the idea of putting me on in the first place?
Gramercy: You’re right. I should just sleep and wake up whenever I feel like it. I don’t suppose setting the time makes a slight difference if I’m going to do what I want to do. *laughs inwardly*
Jagrati: Exactly, although you do realize that humans must have some sort of structure and order to their day otherwise everybody will be late. Which is why setting me up and abiding by my rule is better for everyone involved. After all, don’t you have something to do?
Gramercy: We all have something to do, I’m just not necessarily punctual about getting work done at a specific time. I have just accepted that I’m later to most things lol
Jagrati: You can simply blame it on the ailments of life, a schedule glitch, or the dreams that make you wanna sleep forever, it matters none. I’m here to help you get back on pace.
Gramercy: I’ll stay on sleeping, I’m tired of waking up all the time. Do you realize how paralyzing existence can be? All the bullshit and bills. It never stops and even if I wake up early to get my day started according to the system – the bullshit and bills will be waiting for me with open arms! I ain’t got the time for the dialogue. My sleep is my monologue and I refuse to be bothered by the semantics of the daily grind. I’m gonna keep on sleeping until forced to arrive at the conclusion- life is more than this.
Jagrati: The average human being sleeps about 1/3 of their life. Essentially 26 years of your life is spent sleeping…then you die. There’s no coming back when you clock out. So much to do, don’t you want to engage the various levels of the day?
Gramacy: *snores, zzzz, zzz*
Jagrati: I won’t ever shut up despite your snores!!!
*Fades while simultaneously snoring and alarm beeps*
Gramacy: !!Oh Shit, it’s 5:00 o’Clock!!!
I was peddling so hard – I didn’t know how close I was to falling down, until about 28 minutes ago! Ever get in the mood for just a race? You want to run so far as if some zombie is coming behind you! When you got that kind of motivation your legs become even more determined to go faster!
My legs were fully inspired. By the time, I was just about to get to my destination. It dawned on me – I had to stop before coming body first into a collision. (Duh!) Before nearly crashing -I hit the breaks HARD! So hard where I nearly fell off my damn bike!
Luckily tho, my instincts kicked in right in time for me to feel how close I was to falling off. My hands grabbed the handlebars earnestly. Like a man in love holds his lover in the time of delight, I was holding onto dem bars TIGHT!
Suddenly, my feet slid at an angle where it then dragged for several seconds while gulping equilibrium in the process. To make matters more sensitive – I had on soft Nike’s too. I got up – having realized I made it to my destination without falling off. Basically: It hurt like hell at the time it was all done.
As I walked up to put the bike back in place – I felt a pulsating pain. I legit thought I had fractured my ankle. I was happy I didn’t fall off. If the breaks were not engaged – I would have easily run on various solid surfaces.
I guess it didn’t matter how hard I was peddling – as long as I made it to my destination safely. A bit bruised up? Yes. A pep in my step due to avoiding my body crashing? Yes. But no long-term pains.
This taught me a valuable lesson: No matter how fast you’re going. How determined you are. You’re gonna have to stop. You’d be pressed to remember soon before it’s too late. So, peddle deep but take it easy around the corners – remember to break with a considerable sloth BEFORE arriving at your destination.
Are you aware of the ‘Trans-Theoretical Model’? (TTM)
It comes in 5 Stages:
(1) Pre-contemplation – When one is unaware that change is necessary.
(2) Contemplation – When one recognizes the problem but not fully committed to changing it.
(3) Preparation – When one decides a change is necessary – When one Makes an effort.
(4) Action – When one puts into motion the action to deal with the problem.
(5) Maintenance – Goes hand in hand with action – Also where urges arise to encourage a relapse into the same behaviors.
We don’t always take into account how long It takes to changing behavioral patterns. As most things in life teach us – it ain’t that simple and the complications should be honored. These steps provide a layout that reminds us of the pieces that form the full picture of recovery. Even when you’re on the last step – it’s important to keep track of progress.
It’s easy and expected to get lost on your road to recovery and it’s very plausible that you may relapse. We aren’t always understanding of this struggle but exercising empathy is one of the best traits we can use for one another. This doesn’t mean we excuse toxic behavior in favor or someone’s journey – but again to exercise empathy is a great reward.
At best we are only approximating solutions. We’re all looking through the glass dimly through scuffs and bruises. Which is close enough, TBh. We are gradually getting to where we need to be. If history serves us correctly, it takes time and failure.
Trial and error.
We can learn an awful lot if we use what’s around us to our advantage. There is a lot which is beyond our reach but so many things close to our distance. It’s better if we deal with what’s in front of us rather than overlook what’s just around the corner.
Which leads me to my next point.
When was the last time you thought about the importance of reading?
NEWS FLASH: Most folks – don’t read.
Headlines are not articles. Articles aren’t always volumes but if properly condensed you can pack a lot of information in a few paragraphs. You don’t have to travel to discover more about the people around you. Reading is fundamental and while this is clear – it’s often forgotten about. Books are becoming less and less interested in mass consumption.
The link between bad behaviors and reading inevitably cross in light of new information.
It suddenly dawned me on just how a vast many of us are indeed ‘programmed’. When I say suddenly – I don’t mean out of nowhere. It didn’t reveal itself from the blanket of nothingness. Rather – upon careful observation of our various climates and conditions. We (Humans) are a special breed of Living energies and the way we cope knowledge and information have never been easier at the dawn of this internet age.
^^ I saw this and laughed myself into a deeply thoughtful analysis which is the basis of this blog post.
How many of us are really informed because of the tools made available to us for FREE on the Internet? Water is life and So is The Internet and I’ve already talked about this before – so I won’t go too far on that.
When I think of being ‘programmed’ it’s not by some pseudo prophetic cyber chip implanted in our fingers and hands. It’s more indirect. We have far better access than we’ve ever had in history. Regardless of this, many of us are ignorant of those around us. We simply don’t know because we’re plugged into the system of paying bills and finding out what’s next to eat. This pattern of daily living can get ruthless and if you’re not stimulating your brain by renewing perspectives – like a languid body sitting constantly, you become stuck.
We may not be DEEP or Intellectual enough to break it down from the micro and macro but with the connection of knowledge, we can stay informed. Don’t know? Get up and exercise your right to ask.
This is just a friendly reminder that you don’t have to be all the way there. You can approximate your way to the answer.
If you’re gonna play: Rock, Paper, Scissors with me – look directly into my eyes. Only look down when it’s time to decide who won. You’re cheating if you look at the hands the whole time, Don’t debate me – on this! 😀
Games like Rock, Paper, Scissors and Tic Tac Toe (X’s and O’s) are based on specific patterns. If you learn them, you’ll be able to win depending on if your opponent makes a mistake. Worst case scenario is that there would be a tie with no winners or losers. Yay!
I find games like this fun because with enough repetition – your subconscious catches on to how the player makes their move. We don’t always win at this but if you aren’t aware of the algorithm – you’ll find yourself losing more and more. This doesn’t always favor your ego, especially if you’re used to winning.
Some of us are so bitter when it comes to failing we revise history to our advantage. *coughs – white people* It makes absolutely no sense to do this. It just makes you a sore loser. White Supremacists, Neo-Nazis, and Confederate loving Americans are PRIME at doing this. They don’t wanna look at history for what it is but rather what they want to make out of it.
Times like now are interesting because they force us to examine the ways we cheat at excusing our behavior. We’re afraid of owning up to some of our own biases if they mean proving us wrong.
Ever caught yourself in a: “NOT ALL OF US” KIND OF MOMENT?
It should be painfully obvious that ‘NOT ALL ‘ is dumped in when talking about a group of people. I’ve been seeing a lot of statements like #MenAreTrash – previously, I would get on the defense whenever I’d hear a generality like that because ‘HEY NOT ALL MEN ARE TRASH’.
Now, I knew I had trash ways as a man and I didn’t want to look at them because ‘We all fall short’ but this isn’t the way to go about it. If you don’t fit in the scenario than keep it moving.
Some are qualified in the variables made – if you don’t fit the shoe, don’t even try to wear it. Our egos can be big and to check ourselves is the easiest thing we can do if our feelings start running amuck.
In short: We qualify which moves we make on the board. The best we can aim for is to even out. We don’t gotta get mad if it ain’t about us. One of the best things I learned from my grandmother is “Everything ain’t about you and trust me – that’s a good thing!.”
What’s gained is lost.
By the measures of reduction via conversion. You can’t have a proper conversation without some kind of reduction.
Don’t let this dismay or upset you.
Life is also about the giving and the taking. Basically: you gotta pay da bills.
I know – crazy right? You got to work to survive on a planet you didn’t even ask to be in. That’s a reason to be upset sometimes.
The less you have the more is expected to be given.
Society tends to be stupid. Yeah, I think you know that by now but it’s stupider than you think. Society forces you to talk when silence is needed.
You can’t do anything that is validated anymore because if your audience reach is everyone – you’ll certainly disappoint someone.
Hence the stupidity of society – you get framed when you ain’t even the picture. You won’t be able to please everyone because some people require different lengths of a garment for what’s fitted.
If you do it – it’s a REACH. If you don’t do it – you missed the opportunity to cash in. So either way // What’s gained is lost. The flow of what’s good comes at a cost.
How well are you counting the steps to what’s gonna turn into a disaster?
It’s only a matter of time before it all hits a landslide. Then BAM – you gotta deal with the explosive manifesto.
LIFE COMES AT YOU FAST!
You can burn with the fire of the sun and drown in the water of life. Before the alarm goes off you have to make sure you’re prepared. I’m doing what I have to do so I’ll arrive on time. This doesn’t stop, parallel winds that confuse you and aim to confiscate your jewelry and chains.
Before you know it, you’re left penniless and homeless.
No place to go only hopeful dreams to fill the void in your head. If only you invested your last change – your wallet would be fat and your cards stacked. The course of life left you with only the leaves of spring.
The wind remains a charm to your destination. Like a bag in the air- you’ll fly away with a random gust of navigation. The atom then splits and the party invites you to come and groove.
I’m cool on that as long as I don’t buy into thoughts that I can’t compensate. Beyond the light – we all ache to compensate for the darkness we have not yet found.
This darkness is within us and we can’t escape the pull of its fierce reality.
From the sadness of childhood contemplation, we then reach inside our souls. These tears are found within the wishing well of our remembrance. For we can not neglect the motions that have brought conviction to the current.
Waves are set and have boarded in a resistance that must be awakened. For sleeping in the dream is an alarm to our subconscious. It’s no wonder why we react because our childhood has been tortured.
The passages of neglect have been misplaced on the shelf. A book like this is to be remembered and the mirror shows us our deepest revelations. Honest trees are in our garden and those seeds were planted decades before.
The wind blows against the branches and when the moonlight shines – the darkness returns. Only to be remembered by a shadow cast by the dim light upon the roots.
The colors you bring to my mind are filled with delight and cream. I can only dream and dream when my eyes go to sleep. You’re simply what I want.
Can you be obtained, and when I finally taste of your colors – will you avenge me and forge my sensation?
Ketchup is noticeably on your clothes. You eating sloppy so slow down! This Narrative of consumption focuses on the color that comes with your favorites foods. Candy invites the dream – it entices the desire to gain with its every bite, before you know it you’ll be flying high. Just make sure your colors aren’t forged.
Recently, colors have reintroduced themselves back to me and the results have been a psychedelic sensation. Sensation, like a conversation, allows navigation to be understood and recognized. Imagine a Rubik’s Cube – by removing all of the colors, you’re essentially moving without any intention. You’re just aimlessly twisting a cube with no true recognition of arrangement. Color helps lead the way in finding the answer. Colors are like Thick Triggers which enforces a statue of emotion.
The Thrill of color has expanded a Kaleidoscopic Vortex within me. A lot of lectures are coming through. Amazing how the manifestation of Fall can make one appreciate the deeper hues in retrospect. I’m collectively engaged in sensation.
For when I ascended into the Native Rapture, my mind and frame began to pose a description. Every now and then, she comes again, and the lessons you never forget. You become a Designated Fool as Sananda Maitreya put it.
There she goes speculating on someone
For her private school
There he is her next sugar daddy-o
Her designated fool
She’s a teacher of unbelievable skill
I once loved her and now I paying the bill
Right about now she’s regulating on someone
With her juicy groove
If papa comes quick
She’ll slow ’em down and teach ’em a textbook trick
Some advanced curriculum
She’s a master
At stimulating her class
I once loved her
I graduated too fast
From the tropical edge, and by the Native pledge – her colors are the foundation of life.
She comes to capture and with strong memories you’ve already ascended into her rapture.
Beyond the stars and passing around the crescent moon; here she has come not a moment too soon.
She reminds you of your vulnerable scales; like the time you thought dolphins were whales.
She always made you remember; science was the only everlasting December.
Her face was shades of colorful ambition; apertures and contrasts of tuition.
What a price you had to pay; for, with your concentrated stare, you have stepped into the gray.
Your mission has become the predator and the prey.
To know you – means she must consume you, but only by her native woo.
When it becomes the name of ‘TRUTH’ a few things come to mind, to all of us, and we can go through different measures to help articulate what it may mean. I’ve studied heavily on articulation, and that writing will come after this one. I just wanted to share my studies on the finger and fist of what sometimes we represent, in our journey to understanding and clarity.
Here, are some definitions, of those different methods, and also a beautiful explanation by Ravi as it pertains to the quest.
- A belief or theory that opinions and actions should be based on reason and knowledge rather than on religious belief or emotional response.
- The theory that reason rather than experience is the foundation of certainty in knowledge.
Empiricism / Verification Principles, Scientific Worldview Results Took Over. –
- The theory that all knowledge is derived from sense-experience.
- Practice-based on experiment and observation.
A philosophical theory or approach that emphasizes the existence of the individual person as a free and responsible agent determining…
In life, we never graduate, but our learning is progressed in unending revelation!
Don’t you love it when someone is able to capitalize on the exact emotions that you feel at your heart so closely? Sometimes when the ‘Word’ is sent forth, the composition is lowercased, until THE CAPITAL transcends what is lowercased. I am very familiar with this DANCE. Thank you Sylina for writing such a piece that capitalizes the very notion of where I Stand.
To accompany this piece, I am reminded of something I wrote that is similar entitled ‘Muted Heartbeats’
You scream and tear the shreds; into consequential items of neglectfulness.
These shreds are remnants of what has become of my love.
I’m no longer given to the reasoning of persistent battle; my heart is restless.
The urgency which once compelled me to create action has lost its fervor.
You are holding on to the example of the championship, I once delivered to you, but I have put down my sword.
I engage in the activity of complexity, by allowing our interests to dance within miles.
As I walk daily to the deserts of sweat; my efforts are begged for thirst.
I express to myself the wonder which vehemently places discord between us.
This muted threat is louder than all of the greatness combined.
Its ‘lack’ is the weight of overload and sickness.
In the elements of goodness; I am sharply reminded of these knives.
It is actually in the laughter in which your spirit decides; that kindles my fractured soul.
These testimonies of agony; brings me to regret as I shape them each rising day.
These muted heartbeats remain in my body; to speak of your boisterous heartbeat.
But are we to mute the sounds of life because we wish to forget the beat of our heavy hearts?
What is believed in my integrity? It’s all a pattern and cycle of old ritual. You confessed you’ve arrived and have seen the light, but you returned right back to the captivity of longing. It’s almost as if you wanted to afford damage to the landscape of collision. The impact stands at a tremendous cost. This is the weight and ruling of cause and effect. What have you to prove yourself? Why now; you must commit to your action and cherished conviction; seek a position in the tale of the void.
I have been in the tale of a void, for some time now; this is due to the eager manifestations of glory and illusion that had danced before my eyes. Being in a relationship with ‘X’ has caused me to follow from darkness and into the light. No longer am I in the void, but a place of arrival of Infinite Space.
The endless measurement of time is fully recognized in the space examined. The counting of time is banished; as now we approach a new measuring ruler.We are now given a maximized detail, which outlines what is to come. At request; our expectations are suspended and surrendered; as we give the hope of assured oblivion. The need to prioritize will not lose its grasp; as calculations are justified, due to the movement of how things are formulated. An infinite space allows this variable of identification, to travel endlessly.
I got so much to bring forth, and I ask that you stay with me as I bring all of these additions in fruition! It will be a wonderful expedition throughout the endless measurements set before me! It’s going to be Wonderful!
Do people really think before they click ‘Like’ next to an ad? OR do they simply ‘Like’ all of the people/things/events that show UP? I’m beginning to think, it’s just done out of mere relevance and existence of the ad.
While on Facebook: I noticed a lot of ‘Mitt Romney’ likes from my friends, and while this did not particularly bother me, I did question if people simply liked it because it was on their faces, or if they genuinely liked the ad.
I sell advertising space for a living, and if there is not one thing I know is that: putting something on anyone’s face, is likely because you want them to buy without really thinking. Especially, if it is convenient and packaged nice, there is really no need for a value statement. Not everything is sold that way, but if you want quick results, all you really need is a decorative persuading agenda. It’s like standing in line with a basket full of groceries and appliances while you are waiting to pay for those items – ALL of sudden you see all of these random items you just so happen to forget while shopping!
ALL of a sudden, you start thinking getting a lip balm wouldn’t hurt? As well as some magazines and candy. EVEN as there is really no value in getting them at the time, the waiting seems to make more sense when it’s used up.
BUT I am seriously beginning to think, MAYBE we should not be so easy to click ‘Like’ to all we see because some of those things you ‘Like’ are not benefiting YOU. If you are just clicking/getting things you like because it is in front of you, maybe you should evaluate your vulnerability. I can’t compare the act of ‘Clicking Like’ to actually ‘Getting something you like’. (Although, Targeted Ads are a real thing!) The more elaborated notion is whether you like something based on it being in your face or a genuine affection for it. There are some things besides us we really do like, but neglect because they are not really crucial. Many things in life we get, basically because it gives us a sense of pleasure and makes our day a bit brighter. Somethings we get simply to help us not go the extra mile. In the scheme of things, more time should be invested in research than just getting whatever shows up.
I do not advocate researching every single thing before buying anything. There is nothing more controlling; than a paranoid mind subjected to fear of its own virtue.
I’m just saying, be careful and do your research before you just claim you ‘like’ something. These things that are so ‘easily’ liked can very well be a Wolf in Sheep clothing. This subject has many lengths and widths, but I think the more we get so focused on claiming our affection, without proper attention to value and benefit, we sometimes lose ourselves.
Summarized Notion For Thought: For it is the innuendo of desire that manipulates the motive and the reasoning behind why we get what we crave.
Since I have been working, my fingers have been in a progressive attack just to gain some respective cash! I never thought I would work in a Warehouse, but I have met such good friends and they made waking up at 5:00AM in the morning worth my sleepless doubts. At one time – All I did was put stickers on boxes. For pretty much all day for 8 hours (With the exception of lunch break and me foolin’ around!
My daily routine was as follows: Make A Box – Tape The Box Together – Put The Colgate Toothpaste Inside – Tape It Back – And Put It On The Pallet!
Sounds easy, doesn’t it? WELL It was, very clean cut, and when you’re making jokes and having good times with your friends, time is pretty much non-existent. That job lasted for exactly a month. It was a temporary to hire job and the ‘Colgate Project’ is NOW over. It ended May 4,2012, but I thought ‘Bigger & Brighter Things’ were ahead. After I got my check, my manager called me and 2 of my co-workers out and asked if we would be willing to partake in another job. I was a bit apprehensive seeing as I have developed good friendships with my other co-workers.
But I had to agree, because I need the money and instead of waking up at 5:00AM; I would wake up at 2:00PM, but seeing as it’s a full-time job, that meant I would get out at 10:00PM. I just started getting familiar to waking up early, and the only complaint I had at the other job is waking up so early. It was easy breezy.
It was such a chill job! The boss was very funny, and we constantly laughed and had conversation worthy of mention. Everyone was nice, The job was so easy, and while it was HEAVILY repetitive, and you already knew what to do when you got there…It never really played against the movement of waking up. I would do anything to get it back.
BECAUSE today marked the day; I started this NEW ‘Temp To Hire Job’ AND it was CHAOS!
It was my first day and the manager expected me to be at a fast pace as all of the other workers. It was so much to remember, and when I asked questions, it seemed sinful. He was a very nice guy, but his expectations were far too high for it being my first day. I did almost 6 jobs in one job. 😀
I worked UP a black sweat!! My work outfit has never been so stained…with sweat and dirt…
I recited the same statement so many times. “I am not working here, I am going to QUIT”. I am not one to quit, especially a job that I really need. BUT my progress was rebuked constantly and going from place to place, just put so much burden on me. I had to lift 20-40 boxes at such a rate that really perplexed my strength. Alas, Myself along with the other 2 co-workers decided to leave the job. EVEN, when I woke up, I predicted and sensed a feeling of hesitation. It just seemed crazy, and I was right!
There are other jobs out there, and I know my work will be met by a glorious new chapter!
There is a work in many other aspects of my life and I feel the work that exists is a preparation for another business to be seen.
Summarized Notion For Thought: When you awaken to the progressive complaint, that requests a faster pace, opposing to your own motion of detail. Go along and DO the work. When the sweat soaks your outfit, and the management outbursts their own calling. Smile and act as if their notions will qualify you as a good worker. But once you CLOCK OUT; Say: Revolution Time Has Come TODAY – Because It Took A Rebuked Face To See The Same Decay; Like The Chocolate Of WONKA, In The Sun They’ll Melt Away, But As Far Me..I’ll Laugh & Go Into The Mountains Where The Waters Flow..Back To The Rivers Of ‘The Go’. (I’m Gone)