A$AP ROCKY

I love work.

So...

Still going.  Just keep swimming, just keep swimming... keep ya head up, etc.

Working on a couple things... mainly not breaking down in public.

Ha!  It's a fun journey.


XO

On another note...

This was much more important to me than it makes itself out to be.

I'd like to share with you...

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Rolling my ankles in bed.  Listening to it click click click.

Thinking... a little more has happened since my last update on the living-your-dreams front.  Getting a little busier, a little more buzz... seems like it's going up.  I never want to talk about the work that I'm doing though because I'm afraid I'll just jinx it all away.  I'm my worst critic... my worst friend... my greatest tormentor.  Things can be good but I'm not sure I'll let it.  Dream-wise however... I'm still headed North.

Been planning and un-planning some travel for the next year.  I am terrible at committing to things in the future.  Only because I'm afraid I'll be missing out on something else during the time I decide to be away.  Seems kind of silly though.  Whatever I'd be missing out on probably wouldn't compare to the experiences I'd have going somewhere else.  Just another issue of mine.  Seems like issues are becoming a common theme in my life lately.  Issues.  Issues.  Issues.

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Douchebags, Pt. 1

If you've ever worked in any area of the service industry, you're probably aware of the fact that even the sweetest person has an absolutely douchebag side of them that unleashes itself only in specific situations.  Namely, situations where YOU have to cater to them.  Some days, I shrug it off and laugh at the idiocy of the general masses and pat myself on the back for knowing better.  Other days, I WANT TO RIP MY FACE OFF.

Here are a few examples of people that make me want to shred my epidermis.

1) People who don't abide by the rules.

Take this sentence and study it.  

You have [x] amount of days for a full refund, and [x] amount of days for an exchange.  

Now, assuming that you've all passed Grade 3 English with somewhat flying colours, that sentence probably makes complete sense to you right?  Wrong.  When you come up to me in the store, with no tags, no receipt, on the x+20 day past a refund and are told that I cannot do anything for you besides abide by my store policy - WHICH IS A POLICY, not God's way of humouring me and finally kicking in some of your bad karma - you begin to sputter and essentially lose your face at me.  Why?  Have you been the exception to rules your entire life?  How do you have the nerve to look me in the face and tell me it's "ridiculous?" What's ridiculous?  The concept of an employee following the rules set by their employer?  Do you also evade taxes and jay-walk across highways?  Walk out of restaurants and jerk-off on the subway?  Are you... are you freaking kidding me?  

I'm guessing that the type of people who have this worthless sense of entitlement that they place upon themselves like a magical shimmering hat before they leave the house every morning are not a shade too far from the next type...

2) People who are constantly living on Bourne Supremacy time.

"I can't be bothered to answer your questions, I'm in a bit of a rush."

"I'm double-parked outside, could you please hurry?"

"Are you the only cashier available?"

Listen, I get it.  If you're shopping somewhere like Geriatric-supporting Metro and the line is moving slower than my split ends, it's frustrating.  You, however, are the third person in my line.  The third.  You see me doing my job.  I'm not dilly-dallying, yet you choose to sigh, exhale, tsk, and roll your eyes as if I was just standing there in nipple tassles... dancing to Katy Perry... in slow motion.  You're also the type to scream at your children when your wi-fi goes down for 5 minutes, or take it out on your husband's poor table manners because your Rogers on Demand is being updated while your shows are on.

Calm down.  If you don't have enough time to shop, don't come into the shop in a whirlwind of drama and frustration.  Take an extra half-hour to come in, or go the next day.  I don't work in a factory of nuclear supplies... or even a grocery store.  There can't be anything life-or-death dependent about a silk dress.  

You gay Jason Bourne soccer mom.  Life moves at a certain pace.  You're simply unhappy with your life, not my problem.   Don't make me unhappy to serve your ungrateful ass.

To be continued...

it rains every wednesday

What is the meaning of the Facebook relationship?  Why do people need to publicly validate themselves and their relationships on the internet?

Well... I guess we all feel the need to validate ourselves in the internet... otherwise you wouldn't be reading this right now and I would be writing this in a journal, never to be shared with the world until my future children find it one day, stowed away in an attic somewhere, long after I've departed this world.  We write blogs to cement our thoughts into the world.  So I guess cementing your relationship status via Facebook is somewhat like claiming your territory.  That much is obvious.  I think most girls who do the whole "in a relationship with [insert temporary name here]", do it as a sort of metaphorical peeing-on-your-property-to-mark-it kind of nature.  It just seems so fake.  And fueled by negative thoughts such as insecurity, jealousy, and immaturity, to name a few.

If you're in a relationship, a happy relationship, and you love one another... why do I need to know?  I'm not looking at him.  Especially now that I know he's in a relationship on Facebook.

Ha!

So.  Since TEDx I've been spiraling up and down within my wants and needs of LIFE.  It was insanely inspiring and 200% humbling.  I really don't know why my application was chosen to be apart of such a motivated and inspiring audience.  I felt like I had very little to add to a lot of the conversations I partook in that day.  I'm going to bank on it being a sign from the universe that I'm not a lost cause and to get my shit together ASAP.  Still have not come to any conclusions... but I've been reality checking every single day.  Every day feels like 24 hours too short.  It's hard to stay focused when I'm so scattered... AH.  Even this post is all over the place.

I've been indulging in mini shopping sprees several times a week again.  I find that when I'm a little lost in my head I like to wander alone in malls and stores and just add eclectic pieces to my closet.  Dress for the life you want, create outfits for days you'd like to be apart of.  If it wasn't for my need to have a morally sound career, I would have jumped back first into fashion a long time ago.  It's just SO superficial though.  I don't want to get hit by a bus tomorrow and know that my last great move in life was helping a rich person spend money on beautiful yet extremely unnecessary material goods.

Maybe there's something to it though.