Epiphany or That Chick Makes me nauteaus

Often the subject for a blog usually starts off with a ponder.

A thought.

A question that just pops in my head.

Why or what's that? How come blah...blah...blah?

If so & so is blah blah blah, then why is blah blah blah soooo so & so ?

Ya know, questions like that.

But then....I start to answer the questions.

From words and thoughts gathered in mind....to now verbalizing them out loud.......by myself.....

Sometimes at the beach.  

On a hot day with the ocean breeze rushing back and forth on the shoreline.

At home. Chill'n. Sit'n in my massage chair. Look'n at the moving stars being projected on my ceiling.

Yes moving stars on my ceiling.
Doesn't everyone have moving stars on their ceilings? No? Oh well.

Tonight, I start pondering shit I need to say to the head honcho tomorrow...

 It might start like this.....


"Hey mannnn. We need some offline pow wow talk. You gotta moment?"

(He's usually open to such pow-wows.)

(He's aware of my insightfulness and I believe appreciates my straightforwardness.

I can dig it.

So I go to sit down but not in-the-front-of-the-desk-chair but in the casual leather chairs from Pier 1 Imports.

I do this because this kind of seating arrangement demands the other persons full attention with an op that provides a minimum amount of distractions from the phone, email check-in, or someone just waltzing in unannounced)

Writing about this out loud helps me to demonstrate my point more effectively.

Awesome. I should do it more often.

NOT!

Anyways. So he comes from around his desk and sits across from me in the other leather chair facing each other with a coffee table in between us.

I'm sure this kat is wearing his slippers today.

Anyways...

"So here's the thing. For two positions in which I would be working with these two directly  you would think I would at least get in on the question & answer session before they were actually hired?
That's only fair right?
I mean I dont have make the ultimate decision or any at all but would it just be fair to
have me in the process to work with two people of whom I would work with directly everyday?!!

(await answer)

No matter the reply.

Bottom line, this chick is bat-shit krayzee!!

Says everyone and everything is crazy but her.

Dare you to ask the question..."How's it going"

Her reply and her reply since the 3rd day she started the gig..."things are crazy here!"

My reply.

No it isn't.

Everything is in transition and we've made it so things do not ever have to be crazy.

Think about what you want to do. If it involves others, think about what their response may be and how it may provide insight...

....or kaos.

 But you cant guess at their response. This is something that takes time.

Not a long time. Just time.

Being Observant.

Then execute.

Never fails.

She JUST dosen't have it.

I need not interact with her until she accepts that she needs to develop some serious technological and communicational skills if she wants to be successful within her present position...which I doubt she does.

Full of excuses.

The days of shit happens was over 1 1/2 ago.

The days of boo-boo's and blame game is done.

BTW, if she's part of yoga....I'm drop'n from it.

I took a yoga class on my birthday. Well no I didn't.

That's a lie. I wanted to but didn't get around to it.

But that's what I will say to "soften" the blow.

Yoga is quiet.

She is disruptive to my yoga.

She's out of yoga or I'm done.

Yoga is quiet.

It was so bad one time, I was ready to leave in the middle of the class.

I'm not sure what stopped me.

Anyways.

FLASH FORWARD to what really transpired.

A very shitty day!!

A day of sweaty running around, getting stuff done.

Everything I typed on what I was gonna say, was nullified by a suggestion to someone
who works closest to her.

And when I didn't think that would work, I simply told my boss....I'm drop'n the class if she's in it.

In addition, the someone closest to her met and chatted about the issue.

Home chick didn't take it so well.

WHO CARES!!!!!?!

It's disruptive to my evolvement.

I'm still amazed that she's still working within this organization.

Must be the niece of someone in power.

I must ask the question.

BUT....about today?

I just got in.

Plumbers, fire systems and alarm system snafus.

Triumphant victory on a bunch of co-workers who thought they were more clever than I.

Sucks for them.

The remainder of the year should be....entertaining.

Yup...it's still my Birthday. It's only been about 2hrs in...

...it's only been 2 hours into another year of celebrating my birth.

So how do I start it off?

A Much needed shower.
Wine.
Herb.
Pistachios.....by the way, catch phrase on the bag of pistachios says "Get Crackin"...and there's a registered trademark symbol behind the word "Wonderful"...I kid you not.

I didn't know you could trademark a word?

Maybe it's  the "Get crackin! Wonderful Pistachios"....but the word pistachios doesn't have a symbol behind it.

Go figure.

Anyways.

I awaken the morning before my birthday to my phone ringing in the background of my mind, because I was sooo deep into my goal of acquiring 12-15 hours of  much needed rest & sleep.

I think got 13.

Anyways.

One of the phone calls was from the property manager.
He left a voice-mail.

Something about 3 day notice.....rent not being received......and a complaint.

Wake up from a deep sleep to hear a voice-mail in reference, can be beyond annoying in starting off your day. Especially when you're 150% confident that the person that left the message is so far from the truth that you want to drop kick them in the neck....through the phone.

If i was a cartoon, that would be possible.

FACT: I haven't missed a rent payment on a rented property since I moved from moms crib ...over 20 years ago.

So you know I'm pissed.

No worries. I have absolutely nothing to worry about. BUT ...that last part of the voice message....about a complaint?

Yeah.
Well, I had to let'em have it on that one.
Of course no one answers the phone when I call their office back.


....the voicemail was left 20 minutes ago. Answer the phone daminit!!!


Oh Well!

No answer. I leave a message.

Oh...and about that complaint.

Well, let's say....tonight was the most peaceful time I've had on my balcony in 4 months.

I thanked God.

I thanked the Universe for granting my request.

I just wanted a little peace. Just a little.

Just wanted to sit on my balcony at 2 in the morning eating "get crackin wonderful pistachios" while sip'n Argentinean Moscoto ...while breathing in some non-polluted air from my balcony.

The air does feel and smell better at 2am in So Cal.

I have no idea how I'm going to spend my day tomorrow.

My DL expired on my bday today.

Theres' no way I'm spending my bday at the DMV stress'n over the process of renewal of my DL.

I've had no accidents. I should be able to walk in and walkout.

But I have a feeling I'll have to do a sight test and a written test to validate.

Damnit!!!

First stop in the am....my suit in the cleaners. Then perhaps a mission on my scooter to Hermosa Beach.

Yeah...that sounds like fun.

I spoke to Grandma earlier tonight.
I always enjoy talking to my grandmother.
She's my biggest fan.

Loves my music.

Loves my baked goods.

I draw good vibes from her....always have.

Grandma get's cookies next week!!!

My nephew mispelled my name in an email message, within the attempt to get my address to send me a belated birthday card.

He knew it was coming.

He just want cookies.

Sucka!!!


I emailed him back and told him to please stop mispelling or ebonicking (i was trying to combine ebonic with ing).

Anyways.

I simply cannot accept ebonic language emails from elementary kids.
Even if they are my relatives.
Especially if they are my relatives.

That sort of thing weighs heavy on my soul.

I mean there's spell check for crying out loud.

Evolve.

Sh**!!!


In my 13 hour slumber, I awakened not checking emails.

Earlier tonight before I started blogging....
I read an email from my apartment wanted ad on craigslist.
Someone responded!
This is good. Just like I got my place in Culver city...before I landed in the sh** hole of an apartment complex.

So it's in North Inglewood.
Not sure how I feel about travels.
As of now i travel 10 miles a-day...to and from work.

This would double my commute time. But I will live in the ultimate work-live-space.

I hope this isn't a scammer.

I emailed the lady back and stated just that.

I asked for a viewing on Saturday.

We see.

I like how the God and the Universe is always in tune.

I can dig it.

I feel evolved.

Yeahhhhhh baybee!!

Evolve....or Dissolve. Ummm, yeah.

Today is my birthday.

Literally. One hour ago I turned another year older.

"Do I feel it?" ...one might ask.

Nope.

I tell you what I do feel....


I feel like I'm the most blessed person on the planet.

I've got all my teeth.

My health, according to my most recent annual check up report and blood work.... is GREAT!

I have a roof over my head...even if the guy & chick above me have lead-feet and are hard-of-hearing....and the neighbors barking dog sucks ...and the site manager has no real plumbing skills.

I have multiple means of transportation....even if I am suing the sh** out of the dealership who sold me a bum-deal of a ride.

I have no girlfriend....but in my book ....right now....at this instant.....that's not necessarily a bad thing.
OH....it would be great to walk through the door and say "Honey I'm Home!".....but ...in due time...someone will come along that will be a perfect match. Even if she doesn't speak any language that's familiar to my ears. A simple head nod works for me.

It would be good to share my day with someone intimately special. I guess that's one of my wishes.

I have a very steady job.

I've turned my talents & hobbies into works of art that people pay me for.

I have a passport that doesn't expire until 2020.

I have no children. Plenty of nieces and nephews.....AND ....the interactions with the coolest...smartest children I see on a daily is super awesome enough.

I have a very nice camera that I can take pics of and share with the world.

I hope my birthday wishes come true.

I'll post tomorrow if they do.

How awesome would that be?

I have evolved....and are constantly evolving.

I suppose if you're not evolving ....you're dissolving.

So if you're dissolving...you're disappearing?

How sad.

Mannnnn.......

Life is good.

A place of refuge...

It's been a couple of weeks since my last post.

This has been because I am not at peace or anywhere near it within my present living space. As the constant noise pollution, slum-lordish antics, disrespectful and rude neighbors are becoming intrusive to my quality of life.

So much so that I've been prescribed volume meds to assist in controlling my anxiety and stress levels caused by these unnecessary inflictions.

Below is an actual ad I posted to craigslist today.

I posted in the apartment wanted section. It's how I found the 2 bedroom house I rented before I moved into the current apartments.

What happen to the ideal two bedroom house one might ask? A "slime-lord" took over the property and wanted to initially increase my rent to an almost extra three-hundred dollars per month. I had to leave.

Presently as I type this email I'm attempting to maintain my stress levels due to the disrespectful neighbor who has the dogs that bark annoyingly out of the window of her apartment.

I can hear every yammer as the barks echo off the adjacent building creating a vortex of a barking nuisance.

This goes on day & night at all times. I'm past annoyed. I'm distracted and angry.

Police cant/wont help.

Letters to animal services move like molasses.

Property managers uninvolved.

Isn't this their problem anyways?

Provide for tenants?


Anyways....
Here's my post:


$1350 - 1000sq - Visual & Audio Pro Requires Creative/Work/Live Space

As a multi-talented artist & facilities management professional, I long for a creative-live-work space that I can finally call home.

Apartment & Apartment home-living is definitely not for me and has potentially scorned me for life.

As a working professional, I value time, efficiency & functionality of my living space, thus slum-lords & site managers that do not pay close attention to the intricate details in the everyday maintenance & survey of their properties can ultimately hinder ones quality of life, by which is of the utmost importance when I think about writing a check every month.

A stand alone residence or creative-work-live space would be ideal.

I am multi-talented & skilled in the arts of photography, graphic design, audio for songwriting & composing music, and the culinary arts. My day job is the facilities director for a Hollywood-based nonprofit organization. I’ve been affiliated in the professional facilities management realm for over 10 years. I’ve been an artist all of my life. It is great therapy.

I've viewed some of the commercially & resident available work/live spaces that  real estate companies are currently making available to artist but findings are discriminatory against anything having to do with musicians, which is in fact my dilemma.

Most of those spaces come with all of these luxury style amenities that seem to be the focus of design but are not ideal in the guiding inspiration for multi-artist such as myself.

Such the ideal work live space might allow me to produce visual & audio creations and commercially pre-prepped foods & products for potential/future clients.

Some seem to think when it come to musicians there will always be a problem with volume control. When it comes to audio, most musicians may agree that even within their own living environment, volume/sound is important but always within a respectable ear shot of others. Professional musicians, not to be affiliated with “beat-makers & bass driven bands”, take the necessary precautions in soundproofing their environment just for the sake of outside elements that can impede recordings. This same sense of professionalism comes with blatant respect amongst the neighboring tenants in or around the block. For the record there is a difference in a work-live-space vs a band-practice or rehearsal space. Loud is never an option for the pro or pro-at-heart, as hearing-impaired factors play a serious role in the working musician.

As a unique visual, audio, & culinary artist this is why my living space is an essential part of who I am, not be confused by a more commonplace tenant.

No negative intent here, just truth.

If you can assist by providing such the ideal space at a cost per month that wouldn't bar from my potential to earn a decent & fair living but also contribute to the quality of life for others as I or anyone in my position would also want for themselves.

Some say life isn't fair. I say life is what you make of it.

In the sense of practical living, for the many persons of my stature who contribute daily to improving the lives of others through the artistic genres & businesses of entertainment, art, music, food & photography, it is only fair that we as the artist are met with fair living conditions in order to maintain our multifunctional places in society.

There has to be one person in the land of many real estate brokers, property managers of such that are more open to the idea that a living space just isn't for living anymore. Now… that would be fair.

If for anything else, thanks for reading.

I am hopeful that someone…something will come through soon.


This is my attempt at evolvement.