366 days and counting

Well folks, it has officially been a year and day since I began the current chapter of my life; working at Dixie road express. Now I bet yall wondering exactly what I do over there or what is it. Well, basically I'm working at a gas station "shopette" on an army base in Fort Beginning, GA. Now through out this year, I been going through the ups and downs with this job. At first it was alright to work there, but now I just ready to quit. To understand how I gotten to this point we have to start at the beginning.   
 
Let's rewind back to January of 2013. A young king like myself was a newly college graduate.  I was on top of the world at this point.  I believed that I could get any job that I put in for in a heartbeat. Boy was I wrong. At first, I was just applying at jobs that were paying a good amount.  I figured that I would land one of these jobs with no problem.  Unfortunately that was not the case.  After a few months of getting rejected from these "good jobs", I started applying anywhere.  I applied at grocery stores, fast food places, clothing stores, and basically anywhere else you can think of. You would think that one of these places would have hired me, but no.

One rejection that stands out to me is the one I got from Target. I had a phone interview with the manager and I told everything was going great. In the back of my mind, I knew that I had finally landed a job. Again I was wrong.  After the interview,  the person who was conducting the interview told me that not only did I not get the job, I was not qualify enough for the position.  Not qualify???? How hard is it to be a store associate? Even if I didn't know certain things, I would learn them since they would have to train me. Apparently, Target did not share the same mind set as me.

After months upon months of getting rejected, I honestly gave up on the fact that I would get a job. At this point, I got rejected either because I had a degree or I didn't have enough experience.  It seem like all my friends were landing jobs and I was just doing nothing with my life. My family and friends would tell me that you will get a job eventually. It seem that my eventually was taking forever to get her. All of that would change one faithful Tuesday afternoon.

One random Tuesday on a hot summer day in June, I get a call from my dad talking about a possible job opportunity.  He gave me the number to one of his friends, and after talking to her I went on to apply for the job. About a month and a half later,  I got a call for an interview for the job I had applied for. I went to the interview,  killed it, and got the job. Finally after months of apply, hoping, and get rejected, I finally landed a job. 

Now since I been working there, my experience there has definitely had its ups and downs. When I first got there, everything was good. I was glad to be working, learning new things,  and earing some money.  About 4 to 6 months in. I definitely wanted to quit.  The reason why was I wasn't happy with the job anymore,  I wasn't making much money, I was bored,  and it felt like the job was draining my soul. Then after may of this year, there have been times that if it wasn't for my mom answering my calls while I was on break, I would have definitely quit. Besides the reasons I mentioned earlier,  I wasn't getting along with the new manager *still not by the way*, and to be honest,  I just didn't care anymore.  I didn't care if was late coming to work,  I didn't care if I got in trouble,  I just didn't care about the job at all. Quiting/getting fired would not have been the worst thing to happen.  Over time, I have started to care again, but not that much.  I just in the mind frame of just keep quiet, do what you are told, and leave.

My first official day of working for the company was August 13th and I have been there ever since.  If you would have told me I would be working here for over a year ehen I started, I would have laughed and just say ok if you say so. During my time here, I have seen people come and people go. In fact, there are only 6 people who have been there longer than me. All my other coworkers have left for mostly the same reasons that I have given. I have had plenty of ups and downs with this job. There has definitely been some interesting things happened there as well. The one thing that I am most thankful for is meeting some of the people there. I consider them my good friend.

With all of this said, I am so ready for a new job. I believe I have learned all I can from this job, and with more bills and these student loans piling up, a young king definitely needs some better. Even though I have been rejected by jobs and it seems like history is repeating itself,  I am not worried.  If it took me a long time to get this current job, then I know that something will come along eventually.  As my mom always ssy, I will get a better job when I least expect it. I just gotta keep faith and keep putting in eork, and that is what I plan on doing. Well folks,  that's all for now.  As always,  live, be great,  and do dope shit.

The day the world became less funny

I had just gotten home after a long and hard day at work. First thing I do, as always  is say hello to the family, eat dinner, and change clothes.  After I do all of that, I usually get on my phone and see what people are talking about on the social sites. As I scroll down my time line on Instagram, I saw news that really shook my soul and hurt my heart.  On my time line, people were given their condones to an actor/comedian who was found dead in his home. This person has brought a lot of joy and laughs to the heart's of millions. This person that I am talking about is Robin Williams.

Now at first, I did not believe it because someone is always getting killed of via social media every week. I need actual proof that this great man had left this plane of existence.  As I went on the Internet to confirm this information, deep down I hoped that this was just a hoax. I hope that Robin would make a joke about this mistake. Sadly,  this would not happened.  As soon as I googled his name, two distinct headlines popped up. The first one was that Robin Williams had died.  The second one was that he had died from apparent suicide.

Why would a man who brought such much joy and happiness into people's lives decide to just end his own life? As the hours went by, the answer to that question would be revealed.  According to his publist, he was suffering from serve depression lately. As other news sources would reveal his long battle with depression and his struggle with drugs, it just caught me off guard.  I would have never thought some one who was has wonderful as him would be battling with such tough demons. As i proceesed all of this information, it saddened me that he felt so down that he found death as his only solution. It also makes me sad that he felt like he couldn't tell someone about what he was dealing with.

It has been 24 since thus news has broke,  and to be honest I am still hurt and sad about his passing. I think i have seen just about every special tv has been shown about him. This man was a huge part of my childhood. He played in so many movies that I watched as a kid. These movies brought me laugher and joy, and left fund memories of an exciting time in my life. Even as I write this piost, I can't help but to think of some of my favorite childhood movies such as Hook, Addlian, Jack, Ms. Doubtfire, and countless other movies. This man not only touch my life, but countless others as well.

As I close this post, I will leave on two notes. Robin Williams was a great person who brought great joy, laughter, and happiness while he was on this earth. His legacy will be never be forgotten, and the he made us feel will remain with us for life. The other thing is it is OK to get help if you need it. No matter how bad things are going, it will get better and suicide is not the answer.  If you are going through something or know someone who is, then talk to someone and/or get help. The world would be a really dim place without your light so don't blow it out. Once again, rest in paradise Robin Williams.  You will surely be missed,  but definitely never forgotten.

Three things to live by

Well once again,  we have another addition of Life and Times of an Extraordinary Original.  Now for this post, I will talk about something that I always say in all of my post; Live, be great, and do dope shit. Now in an earlier post I did touch on this subject, but for some reason I feel the need to talk about this again. Could I say the same thing all over again? Well that is a strong possibility, but if someone learns from this then so be it. Each thing has its own meaning/value, but it all adds up to one thing in the end : HAPPINESS.

Live
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." - Oscar Wilde
From the time you are born, you have a life. Depending on certain things, you can either have a short life or a long life. Rather you are alive for 8 years or 70 years, you can either live or merely exist.

To exist is to do just that, exist. You don't do nothing worth anything. You just go along with the status quo, play it safe, and basically all you are doing is living in the background. You may have dreams/goals that you want to achieve but you don't try to go after them because you are afraid to fail. You just let you dreams die and you live in the world of shoulda, woulda, coulda.
To live is one of the bravest things to do. There's a reason why people say everyone dies but everyone lives. To live means to step out of your comfort zone. To live means to doing what you love. To live means to step out out of the norm. To live, in a nutshell, means to do exactly what you want to do, no matter what other's say.

If I had to give an example of living vs existing, I will use this example. A person is working a normal 9 to 5. The job pays the bills and is a OK job, but this person doesn't like the job. The person has a dream/passion that burns within them that they want to go after and make come true. The person who just exist will not go after their dream, continue to work at their job that they don't like,  and one day say "I wish I would have." The person who lives will go after their dreams. They will be willing to do any and everything to make this dream in a reality.  It make take the person months or years to may their dreams come to. Hell the person may even fail but at least the person has tried and didn't let themselves fall by the waste side.

Be Great
"Success comes in can, not can't" - Unknown
What does be great mean? It means whatever you do, be great at it. It also means to be the best version of yourself. Each person has a something that they are good at. Whatever that may be, be the greatest at it. Don't let nothing or anyone stop you from being great  Each day as a new chance to do something that will improve your life or someone else life.

Every person has the potential for greatness within themselves, yet few people live up to their greatness. Why is that?  Well one of the biggest things that stop people from being great is fear. Whether it be the fear of failing or the fear of rejection, fear will cause a person with God given talent to just settle for less. In order to become great, the first thing you have to overcome is fear. Once you overcome that, you can truly start being great. Most people see fear as a sign to give up. I believe otherwise.  A wise person once said "If nothing never scares you, then you are not dreaming big enough." Don't see fear as a sign to give up. See fear as a sign that you are on the right path.

Another thing that stop being from being great is what people say. A person may have a goal that can come true, but because of what people may say they give up before they even begin. You going to hear people say things like that is a dumb idea, I hope you have a back up plan just in case, or I wouldn't do that if I was you. No matter what you do in life, there will be at least one person that will try to say something that will make you want to give up. I here to say don't do it. Continue to follow that dream that you see, and prove everybody wrong.  Success is the not only the best revenge,  but it also the best way to prove the naysayers wrong.

Do Dope Shit
"Life is what you make it" - Unknown
Each day that you are on this plane of existence is a new change for you to do something amazing. With the amount of time you have in a day, you can do something dope. Now what is considered dope various from each person. What I consider dope is doing something new, being yourself, doing exactly what you love to do, etc.  Doing something dope can be as simple as going to the park to enough the weather or something complex like starting up your own business. Whatever you choose to do, the most important thing is to enjoy it. Life is unpredictable. One minute you are here, the next minute you gone. While you are still, why not do something worth remembering.

At the end of it all, these three values are add up to one thing: HAPPINESS. No matter who you are, every body wants to be happy.  There's no drawn out path for happiness.  Some people will spend their whole life trying to find happiness. Now I am not saying this is a sure fire way to be happy. Each person has their own way to be be happy. I just suggesting a possible way for for something to find true happiness.  If I can help someone find what makes them help, then this post has done something worth wild. That will bring a form happiness to me. Well people, that is all for told. Just like this post say, live, be great, do dope shit.

Pretty vs Beauty

Ladies and germs, here we are once again. By now, yall should know that these topics for my post are totally random. I don't sit down, and think about what I going to talk about.  This ideas just going to me, and this topic is no different.  As I was on the gram *instagram for those who didn't know* I was looking at some random pictures.  As I looked on, I saw some pictures of different females. When I looked at the photos, I saw that all of the pictures showcased pretty females. I saw a few pictures of female that looked gorgeous. As I continued to few this picture, I noticed that not one picture that I saw was showed a beautiful female. I then began to question what does it mean to be beautiful vs what does it mean to be pretty, and ladies and germs that I what I will try to explain on this post.

What does it mean to be pretty?  Well according to dictionary.com, pretty is defined as "pleasing or attractive to the eye, as by delicacy or gracefulness: a pretty face". To be pretty is something from a physical standpoint.  In general, to be pretty you have to only look good. Just by that standard alone, there's a lot of pretty people in the world.  There are people who will pay top dollar to be considered pretty in the world's view. While being pretty is OK, what else will that get you? You can get all the complements in the world for you outward appearence, but what about the inside? You have to process more than looks. I have seen a lot of pretty females in my life, but their attitudes make take away from their appearance. Kanye West once said in All Falls Down "the prettiest people do the ugliest things on the road to richest and diamond rings." Looks will only get you so far in life, and after they fade away what do you have left? Nothing, plain and simple. Now that we have defined pretty,  let's move on to beauty.

What does it mean to have beauty?  Once again, we go to dictionary.com for the definition for this words. Beauty is defined as" the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest)." To further go on, beautiful is defined as "having beauty; possessing qualities that give great pleasure or satisfaction to see, hear, think about, etc.; delighting the senses or mind: a beautiful dress; a beautiful speech." Beauty is subjective. If you ask what makes a person beautiful, you will get a million different responses.  Since I am writing this, I will tell you what I found beautiful in a female.  What makes a female beautiful to me is a number of things. It can be as simple as the way she smiles,her laugh, her eyes, and the way she carries herself. It can be complex as the way she views the world, the conversation that we have, her mind, her personality, and other things. I find one thing that really makes a girl beautiful is if she can stimulate my mind. These things among others are what makes a female beautiful to me.

So after reading all of this, you may be wondering what makes me the expect of pretty vs beauty. Well yo be honest, I am not an expert. I just speaking on the experience that I have had. Like I said earlier, throughout my 25 years on this earth,  I have seen my fair share of pretty females.  After getting to know some of these females, their basic/bad personality overshadowed there looks. After that happened, then they just became a basic female.  When it comes to beauty, I can honestly say that I have met a few females that had a few beautiful qualities,  but I have truly have met only one beautiful female in my life.  She had all the qualities that I have mentioned that makes a female beautiful plus she also had a X Factor to her. I would go on about her but that's not what this post is about.

Once again folks, we have come to the end of another post. I gave yall my opinion on what the difference between being pretty vs being beautiful.  At the end of the day, it is up to each person to define the difference between these two terms. As the old phrases goes, "Beauty is in the eye if the beholder. " Well that is all for this post. As always,  live life, be great,  and do dope shit.

The 24 Year Journey

Well ladies and germs, it is the third Sunday in June which mean it is father's day. Now this day is meant to honor the father's or a father figure in a person's life.  That what the holiday is meant for, but over the years this day has morphed into different things depending on who you ask.  Some people still honor the true meaning of this day. Some people treat this say as a second mothers day. Some people decide to take this day a bash their dads. Now everyone has their own right and reason to treat this day in however way they choose to. This post is not meant to bash no one. This is just my journey on the 24 years it took me to say happy father's day to the one person I used to detest the most. To get to where I could say happy father's day, we got to start at the beginning.

For much of my early life, I didn't know who my father was. I knew I had one but if I had to pick him out from a group of people,  I would fail at the task. The earliest I think I remember seeing him was like when I was 4 or 5. I think he came by and visit me but again I am not for sure about this. Now every since I could remember, I would get a call from him around my birthday and I would always get the one thing I asked him to get me.  At the time that was cool with me since I never asked to see/know him. To know I had a dad was good enough for me. All of that changed one faithful Saturday afternoon. 

When I was either 10 or 11, I was doing what most kids did on a Saturday morning;  wake up super early just to watch cartoons.  Well just as Power Rangers was just about to come on, my grandma tells me that there's someone here to see me. Rather than go right away to see who the person was, I was trying to keep on watching Power Rangers.  After 3 minutes,  I got up and went to see who this person was. I go to the living room and I see this man sitting there just staring at me. After a few minutes he asked me did I knew who he was. After I said no, he told me he was my dad. Most people would have been shocked, mad, or happy to finally see their dad. Not me. To be honest, I didn't feel one way or another.  I was just glad I had a face to put the voice too. After about a 30 minute talk, he got in his car and left. When he left, I didn't see him for a long time.

The years that followed this meeting,  I started to get mad at him.  It wasn't for him not being apart of my life. I was mad because I thought I would see him more but I didn't. I knew he was in the army and that took up his time, but trying telling that to a growing teenage boy. During our teen years,  nothing logical makes sense to us. He would still call and give me the one gift for my birthday,  but after a while that wasn't enough.  In the purest and simplest way, I just wanted my dad. During this time,  I got the idea that I didn't want to get marries because I didn't want to have kids and leave them like he did to me. I didn't want to become my father.

Fast forward to my senior year of high school,  everything was going good for me. I was making good grades and I was on track to graduating. Then one day,  my mom tells me that my dad was coming in town and wanted to see me. At first,  I didn't want to see him or want nothing to do with him. On the day of the meet, my aunt told me that no matter what he was still my dad. Just hear him out and forget about the past. With that in mind, I went and saw him. Little did I know that he would bring along my little brother that I would meet for the first time.  So we spent the day together. We talked,  laughed,  and had some real father/son time. All of that,  all of the ill feelings I once had for him went away. 

After that day, things changed.  We talked more, email each other, and had our own version of father/son time. It didn't matter that I didn't see him cause I felt for once that he really cared for me. He came to my high school graduation, and I spent a whole with him and my step mom for a whole week. For then on out, I thought nothing would come between us.  Boy was I wrong. Everything changed when I got to college.

Now I am on my own. I was having my first taste of freedom.  I really didn't have a care in the world other than my school work. While I was in school, the talks between us became fewer and fewer. Eventually,  they didn't happen at all. To be honest. I couldn't tell you why this happened. Then one day, I get a call from my mom that my dad had stopped putting money in my account.  This came out of nowhere. He didn't even give me a reason for this.  After that,  I wanted nothing to do with him. Then after eight months of not talking, we soft of made up with each other,  but it would not last long.

It is the week after my 20th birthday and I was home for Christmas break.  On one Saturday,  my mom tells me that my dad is on his way to pick me up. Now I at this point,  I not mad at him. I just didn't want nothing to do with him. He comes by and picks me up. We try and have a conversation, but that was a waste of time.  We get to the mall and he ask me have I ever had pedicure before.  I tell him no, and he says let's go get one. I tell him no, he asked why I didn't want one and I tell him that I don't want no one messing with my feet. At this point,  I can clearly tell that he is pissed off. We get to the food court and we start talking.  He asked me did I know when was he birthday.  When I told him I didn't know,  he flipped.  He would go on to say "You wonder why I didn't call and tell you happy birthday this year?  It is not because I forgot. It is because I didn't want to. If you are not going to tell me happy birthday then I won't tell you happy birthday neither." When he said that, I was crushed.  At that point, no one had ever hurt me like he did. He hurt me so bad that I want to cry. The reason that hurt me so much because it was like he was telling me that I didn't matter to him anymore.  I told my mom what happened,  and she would tell me don't worry about him because everything would be alright.  Even though I said ok, deep down inside I knew it wouldn't be alright.

For the next three years. I didn't talk to him or have shit to do with him. He was basically dead to mr. If anyone would ask when was the last time I talked to him. I would instantly get mad. I didn't want him to be apart of my life and I didn't want to be a part of his. My old ideas of being alone forever came back and were stronger than ever.  I Honestly felt like that was the only way not to turn out like him. I would speak to him until Thanksgiving of 2012.

He called my phone and I ignored it. I didn't want to talk to him. Then he called the house.  Even though I didn't want to talk to him, I was forced to.  After about 3 minutes into the phone, he asked why I haven't called him.  At that moment,  I just unleashed on the pinned up emotions I had about him. I let him know exactly how I felt. Even though my family heard me, I didn't care.  Afterward,  he asked did I want him at my college graduation.  At first I told him he could come if he wanted to, but then I just told him to come. Before i said goodbye, just e would drop a bombshell, telling me i had a little brother and sister.  After I hung up, I was wondering why I said he could come to my graduation. In retrospect,  that was probably the best choice I could have made.

Here is the day of my college graduation.  The day I have been looking forward for the longest. I was not going to let anyone or anything ruin my day. Hearing my named called and walking across the stage to get my degree has been one of the best feelings I have had do far. After graduation was over, I spoke to everyone and took some pictures. Then about an hour and a half later, we go to chedders to have my graduation dinner.  Now while we was waiting to be sittied, my dad was just sitting by himself. My grandma told me to go over there and talked to him. As I was going over there,  he got up and went outside.  At that moment is when I realized I was doing to him what I felt like he was doing to me all these years.  I didn't want him to feel like that.  I went outside and talked to him, and from then on everything has been good between us.

We talk like twice a month about any and everything. It really feel like that I am wanted, and loved by my dad. That is what I wanted all of this time. It even gotten to the point that I did two things that I never thought I would do. Last I told him happy father's day. Then when his birthday came around, told him happy birthday.  He would go on to tell me that meant the most to him since I never told him that before. It made me happy that I could make him happy.  To this day, we keep in contact on the regular.  Nothing could be better between us.

Well ladies and germs, that is my story.  What is the point of this story you may ask? To be honest,  it doesn't have a point.  If you can take one thing away from this stroy is that it's never too late to start a new beginning. Even if are mad at your father, be grateful that you have one. If you know who your dad is, get in contact with him and start/strength your relationship with him. If you don't know him, just be thankful that he help give you life and tell the father figure in your life how much you love/appreciate him.. Just keep in mind with out our dads, none of us would be here. Well folks, that is all for this post. As always live life, be great, and do dope shit.

New Legends

Well ladies and germs, today's post is made on a somber and hopeful out look.  As you make know, we lost a hero, a pioneer, a trailblazer,  and most importantly a legend.  The person in who I speaking about is none other than Dr. Maya Angelo. Through her life, she was a champion of freedom and equality.  She touched the world through stories, poems, and music. With her 86 years of life,  she received many awards, honors, but more importantly, she changed the world.  With her words, she inspired people to love themselves, respect themselves, and thrive for greatness.  As she transcend into a higher plane, we are left with one less light in the world.  With her passing, I start to think about the legends that have left their mark on the world and how they are leaving this plane of existence.  I as being yo think about who will fill in the void they have left behind.  In a sense,  I started to wonder "Who and where are the legends?" 

Now before we begin look for our new legends, we have to figure out what qualities qualify a person to be a legend. These qualities my vary from people to person, but at the end I believe there are a few qualities that all legends share. One quality is a urge to change an aspect of the world.  Whether they be equal rights for all mankind, rights for animals, or just peace. Whenever there is a need for a change in the world, these people take the charge and set out to make that change. Another quality is that people believe in their cause. You can have a great movement/cause but if no one supports it,  then the message will not grow.  A great cause is just like a fire. It takes only a spark to set it off, but without the right environment, the fire will surely die out. Another quality that I believe is needed for a legend is something dramatic has to happen to the person to change the person for the person.  This event can either directly or indirectly happen to person. Most times, this event with set in motion the process of a person becoming a legend. At the end, i believe these are the most important quality in a legend.  One is when the person becomes the face of movement/cause they have either started or became a part of. Even after the person is gone, they will be remembered as the face of that moment. The other quality is the X Factor.  The X factor is something that can't be described.  It is just something that you feel and see. The most important quality in any legend is the power to influence other people.

Now when I think about legends, the people who come to mind are people like Nelson Mandela, Maya Angelou, Malcolm X,  Martin Luther King Jr, John Lennon, Steve Arwin, Bob Marley,  and Ghanda. What makes these people legends are all the things that I have mentioned plus so much more. These people have changed the world in various ways.  In fact, these legends have inspired other legends in the process. Along the way, these people became well known, had a following,  and begin changing the world. As they became famous and powerful,  ne thing that these legends did not do was let it go to their.  No matter how well known these people became, they did not look down on other people/think they were better than anyone. 

Now that we have talked about these past legends and what it takes to be a legend,  the question is are who are the new legends in today's world? To be honest, I have the slightest idea. I have not seen anybody who is legend. Some people may say that our president,  Barrack Obama, is a legend. I do not see it like that. If anything, he is a great speaker, and depending on who you ask he b is a great leader. He has could be a legend one day, but as of right now, he cannot be called a legend. Back to the question at hand, while right now we don't have any new legends that we know of, I honestly believe that we have people who are in the beginning process of becoming a legend.  The crazy thing is that these future legends don't even know what they will become. The interesting part is legends come out of all walks and of life and can be anyone. Hell, chef keef could be a legend that change the world one day. Just keep in mind that before he became Malcolm X, he was once Malcolm Little.

Where are the new legends?  There are out there in the world. They  may not be known to the world right now, but one day their influence will be felt through out the world and they will eventually change the world. They will cause people to wake up,  and challenge people to think and question what they believe.  Who knows who will become a legend.  Every one has the potential to become one. Who knows, the person who read this may become a legend.  Hell even I may be a  legend some where down the line. Now that would definitely be one for the record books. Well folks,  that's all for now. As always, life, be great, and do dope shit.

The Struggle Is Real But God Is Greater

As I look at my phone to see what time it is, the first thing that comes to mind is that I should be sleep because I got work in a few hours. Even though I should be sleep, I can't go to sleep. Why you may ask? Well I have been thinking about the things that have happened within the past 48 hours. To be honest this have not been the best few days, but today was really when i felt like I hit rock bottom, As the day continued on, I got to start thinking about everything and realized that everything is not as bad as it seems. As I was about to sleep, this whole thing kept on being on my mind. I believe I supposed to write about this to not make to just tell my story, but to also help someone who may be going through something similar. So with that being said, here we go.

Wednesday, there was a job fair so I decided to go to it in hopes of finding a better job. When I got there, there was companies there, but they were for jobs outside of my city. On top of that, it was mostly for jobs outside of Georgia. I go to the different booths to see want jobs they had, but nothing really caught my attention. After a while, I got to one booth and talk to the man representing the company. Now we was  talking for a good minute so in the back of my mind, I felt like I was going to hear some good news. Sadly this was not the case. Basically in a nutshell, he said he couldn't think of any positions that would fit me. After that, I felt the job fair. Later on that day, I checked my email. I receive an email from a job that i had applied for. When I read the email, it said that they have found another candidate that was better for the job. I have gotten so used to this emails that it doesn't bother me now.

Fast forward to Thursday, things really turn south. Now I was at work when this happened. I was on my break and once again decided to check my email. Turns out that the first email was from the company that I work for. It was regrading a job opening that had at another store. It was basically the same job that I have now. The only difference is that I could get holiday/vacation pay, and there could be chances to move up in the company. Before I opened the email, I that I was going to get this job. Unfortunately, this was not the case. The email stated that they have found other candidates that was more qualified for the job. The first thought that came to mind was "What The Fuck? How am I not qualified to do the EXACT SAME JOB?" To say that I was in a funk would be an understatement. When I got back from break, I did not want to be there at all. I really just wanted to quit a few times that day.

 As the day went on, I calmed down and thought about it.I just didn't think about these past two days, but just life in general. I was thinking why do I keep getting turned down for jobs. When i say i have applied for just about every job that I can think of, that would be an understatement. If you look in my email, you would see the many "thanks for applying for the position but we have found a better fit candidate." Like what do In have to do to work for you? I also thought about own it seems like I do almost do everything at work, but I still make shit. Like my cousin makes more money than I do, and I am the one with the college degree. As these thought flooded my mind, I was reminded of a quote that I saw on the internet. "Rejection is God's Redirection." That one quote made everything clear.

Why am I not landing the jobs that I apply for? Well to be honest, I maybe either not the right person for the job or these people think I will just quit when another job comes along.....which is true. In the bigger picture of these, I not supposed to be working at those companies. The other people who are more qualified for the jobs probably needed those jobs more than I do. that job could be the blessing that God has placed in that person's life. Another reason could be that I am not in the right place for the right job, and honestly I truly believe that. One more thing that I believe is that those jobs could distract me from doing what I am truly meant to do on this earth. With this blog, I feel like this will open doors for greater opportunities. Along with the blog, I also want to start a t-shirt line. I feel like my my t-shirt line can really be great. In the end, I know I am meant for greatness, and those job could have stopped me from achieving greatness.

"Rejection is God's Redirection." What is God is redirecting me to?  I have no idea. Only he knows what is in store for me, and what it will take for me to get to where i am meant to be. Maybe God is testing me. Maybe he is seeing if I will still praise him doing this hard spot.  Maybe all of this is to humble me. Maybe this is all setting me up for something else. Who knows but only god. Until the time comes, i will continue to work for the little money I make, work on my passions, look for better jobs, and  continue to have faith. At times like this, two bible sayings always pop in my mind. God always have a ram in the bush, and all you need is faith the size of a mustard seed. To close this out, I will say to anyone who is going through a hard time in life is trust in God, and trust in the process. Everything we are going through is all apart of a bigger plan that we can not even think of. Also, there is no such thing as a bad experience. Everything we go through is meant to teach us something, help us grow, prepare us for something great, or a little of all three. Well folks, that's all i have to say. As always, live life, be great, and do dope shit.