City. Just not for me.

Part of stepping up to the plate and making the conscious decision to chase your dreams, is to step into some interesting, uncomfortable scenarios you never thought you would be in. I don’t mind anymore at this point in my life. I have been in many different types of situations. I believe, to prepare me for the path I am walking now. Everything is connected and I can profile like a mother fucker now. Do I make mistakes? Sure, most mistakes now are simply NOT following my intuition. I fully trust my intuition now, however I am an argumentative fuck, even with my own self. I tend to give the benefit of the doubt too often. I am currently mastering this, and enjoying the comfort I have in the leaning in and accepting my intuition and not giving two fucks about what someone else thinks if I am following my gut. No matter the situation.

Today, our VP (Gogmagog) and myself, went to a meeting, as we are inquiring about someone to do business with, to print some of or all of our merchandise to raise money for our lil’ current project (see projects page). It was an interesting lil' jaunt into the city. 🌆 Driving is always a pain in the ass. Then getting parked, which seemed easier than most of the times I have been in the city. It became very apparent that neither one of us are fluent in maneuvering the ways of the city dweller's territory. He set up the meeting, and I am guilty of only skimming the cc’d emails, because I am dealing with other matters, so I am following like a lost puppy, but we are rowing in the same boat. We trudged through the thick, distinct smells of urine and vomit, and side stepped used condoms.

We make it to our destination and walk in through revolving doors. Pristine building, glass walls, security, I mean our meeting was held on the 28th floor, leans back…. Jeeeez. I could walk through white glove test this place and I am positive it would pass everywhere. I could lick the glass window rooms, and the shit would be cleaned up before the next day pristine. I know, sounds judgmental. I mean, I dunno, I suppose just different values, and bit more country. HAHA Gogmagog didn’t exactly fit in either. Love my team. The whole fucking bit of us! Love the whole entire whole of us!! We make it through the security hiccups, before my team asks, I left all my “considered weapons” in the vehicle this go. Hiccups were communication errors on the other side. Anywho we make it to the floor above all the other 27 whole floors. Of course I have to use the bathroom, I don’t care about introductions, it’s business. I really don’t give a fuck what your name is, it’s business; I want the information so I can make a decision, you're not attending my funeral or inviting me over for a bbq, so spare the small talk and buttering me up. I’m not falling for it. I’ve slept with this kind. They all fuck you the same. Been there, got that t-shirt. HAHA every pun intended slaps knee, because that's what VP, and I are shopping for, get it?

Anywho, the glass house folks were kind enough, didn’t seem to have the stats I wanted off the top of the sales team member's head, which told me everything I needed to know about their books just by assessing the work environment. I already have the map to the big bosses brain, and meh, not my thing. Remember, I already got this t-shirt, enough to count as a notch in the belt, but not enough to carve the initials in a tree, so yank yank, on about our day. Gog, and myself were respectful, we saw ourselves out. Fumbling in a glass house, and it was clearly obvious we were country as fuck. I love that about myself, and enjoyed not fitting in, walking the downtown streets with a giant known as our VP, also not fitting in. Out of all of this, what really stuck out to me, about the whole fancy experience, was when I used the bathroom in this immaculate building. Walking into one of the stalls, and swinging the door open, and I said “What the fuck, whilst backing out of the stall chuckling, 🤭 fancy folk don’t flush”!