It has been pretty much a whole month since writing on this new blog. My blogging habits gives the term of a blogger a bad name. Though I really treat this as a minor manifestation of my frustrations that I can pretty much feel good about after and at least in the sparse sense of actually doing something, after all I could be playing pretend war games that blanket events around us to the point of nearly drowning us in our own ignorance. But no it is now in the peak hours of the morning, and I am comfortably listening to jazz on my rather low bed. I enjoy jazz, probably no where near serious jazz fans, or as some one would say 'cool cats'. Though my appreciation for jazz stems from its lack for some sort of purpose or some true eternal meaning. I listen to this jazz station every now and then, with no real motive, no intention of ever remembering the song again. One thing I notice a lot about jazz and other genres that are essentially instrumental based, is the overwhelming ideas that come to my consciousness while brainstorming to the background of jazz. The creepy- yet settling feeling of security I when I drive home with the windows up and the jazz on high. Piano keys rolling fluently like waves and the bass slightly gesturing your ears with its dominant low key presence. Though this has nothing to do with smoked, shaded bars with cocktails around. It is in jazz this concept has befell me.
If there is one thing I can say about this summer is, I didn't party nearly as hard,(which is probably a good thing). If there was one thing I learned...
I do not wish to ever work for a logistics or production company or any form of distribution and transportation business. Sure there is money in it, hell where do you think all the immigrants head? There is jobs, though they are also the bottomless pit places on the planet. Were talking about places that will keep you in the lowest position for years and never recognize your efforts and dedication. A place where they see you struggle for your small chump change, full well knowing you have a family that relies on you, yet holds you back from full potential. A place where immigrants are taken advantage of, where people can work somewhere for a considerable amount of time only to see the higher job opportunity given to some pin head who is under qualified and does not comprehend the job.
Lest I forget.
Don't ever work hard for a ware house, for they will NEVER work hard you.
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