I don't have the time to write this. My dinner was two shitty slices of cheese pizza and part of a Diet Coke, neither of which I wanted, nor am I bothering to finish. I'm averaging 5 hours of sleep a night. Eating late, and badly. Putting on all the weight I worked to take off. I've been working 10-12 hour days for over the past two weeks, which is pretty much when I started. So why am I so psyched?
BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WORKING 10-12 HOUR DAYS FOR OVER THE PAST TWO WEEKS!!!!
See, mine is a small industry, and one that cannibalizes itself. It's sports, and its entertainment. It's been two years of struggle, working long hours for low pay, for startup companies that had big promise, but got sold to a 400 lb. gorilla, or for established, prestigeous companies that were on their last legs, and shortly thereafter sold to a 400 lb. gorilla. I've seen a lot of callous, cutthroat business done in the past 24 months, much of which by overambitious, self-impressed, and sometimes stupid men. And most of which at the cost of my job. The end result is that I never had that stable job in this business that I love. Often, I felt like someone was trying to tell me that I'm not supposed to be in this business, that everybody around me, except me, had a place in Mixed Martial Arts. I was promised opportunities and support, but after awhile, it became more and more difficult to tell who my friends were and who was just paying me lip service. And after the faith that I'd shown certain people, the effort I'd put in, the sacrifices I'd made and the public front that I put on, all in the name of those people and their public reputations, I was heartbroken to think that those same people weren't going to reciprocate.
But it seems that someone did make good on his promise, and although much of my shot is coming from the dire need for manpower, so is it also from the persistence of my colleague. Now, just over two weeks later, I have a solid paycheck to help get me back on my feet. I've got the confidence and peace of mind to go out and have a social life again. I always had the confidence in my skills, but now I also have the confidence that they'll be recognized by someone who will 1) put them to good use, and 2) reward and appreciate my efforts and enthusiasm.
These days, it feels good to have a long day at work. It feels real good.
Peace to Jin. I mighta picked up on it late, but he came back too. . .
BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WORKING 10-12 HOUR DAYS FOR OVER THE PAST TWO WEEKS!!!!
See, mine is a small industry, and one that cannibalizes itself. It's sports, and its entertainment. It's been two years of struggle, working long hours for low pay, for startup companies that had big promise, but got sold to a 400 lb. gorilla, or for established, prestigeous companies that were on their last legs, and shortly thereafter sold to a 400 lb. gorilla. I've seen a lot of callous, cutthroat business done in the past 24 months, much of which by overambitious, self-impressed, and sometimes stupid men. And most of which at the cost of my job. The end result is that I never had that stable job in this business that I love. Often, I felt like someone was trying to tell me that I'm not supposed to be in this business, that everybody around me, except me, had a place in Mixed Martial Arts. I was promised opportunities and support, but after awhile, it became more and more difficult to tell who my friends were and who was just paying me lip service. And after the faith that I'd shown certain people, the effort I'd put in, the sacrifices I'd made and the public front that I put on, all in the name of those people and their public reputations, I was heartbroken to think that those same people weren't going to reciprocate.
But it seems that someone did make good on his promise, and although much of my shot is coming from the dire need for manpower, so is it also from the persistence of my colleague. Now, just over two weeks later, I have a solid paycheck to help get me back on my feet. I've got the confidence and peace of mind to go out and have a social life again. I always had the confidence in my skills, but now I also have the confidence that they'll be recognized by someone who will 1) put them to good use, and 2) reward and appreciate my efforts and enthusiasm.
These days, it feels good to have a long day at work. It feels real good.
Peace to Jin. I mighta picked up on it late, but he came back too. . .
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I don't think I could go up against Safran. I
and I adore Zombie movies as well! I liked Saw 4 ok...it WAS the same as the other 3 tho...but bloodier! Really tho...a great Zombie movie and a glass of wine...maybe some chocolate and I am in heaven!! LOL