If you were tortured, you will seek out a type of love that tortures. No one ever tells you that, it just happens. Some bizarre connection ,impossible to quantify.
“everything we’ve done is wrong”- Beck
Happy vibes to start the day,yay!
(come on man)
Alright…
(anything else on your mind?)
I don’t like the company I’ve been with for a few months, I like the people, they are also dysfunctional in terms of business.
(how so?)
They inhibit the execution. There is no order. There is no protocol. Too loose, they just shoot from the hip. It doesn’t work in business.
(it works to a degree)
People from my former employer have been emailing and texting. They say they miss me,which feels… good.I was with them a number of years,and the boss understands my hard-on for the task.
(they’re offering better money)
And no hotel life. 36 an hour is nothing in the scheme of things but yo..I like, lived in a storage building at one point.I was the real deal in terms of “loser”. So yeah, it feels good.
Feels good to know that I can do the fucking thing,and that a group of people can see it. Feels..vindicated,validated.
(these are nice people you’re with now)
That’s not good enough, in business. Nice people drown in that game every day. You have to be hungry for the task, you have to set your team up to defeat the task.
dawn 