Wednesday, May 21, 2008

I'll Be There in a Minute.


So the other day, Sway and a few others from MTV checked into the hotel, I would've said something but I wanted to get my words right first. Didn't wanna just up and pounce on him, looking like a straight groupie. So I waited. The next day he and his coworkers went to T.I.'s listening party and then came downstairs for dinner. At one point, Sway walked over to the section of the restaurant where I was, checking his phone. I walked over and bit my lip.

I introduced myself once he looked up, and he was like, "Yeah?" kind of indifferent (which I was grateful for. At least he wasn't staring at my tits, which I didn't see coming from him anyway, but you know- I don't know that man). Told him I thought his Black in America piece was smart and MTV was lucky to have him, then I told him that I'm a writer in a rut, and asked did he have any advice. He flippin' introduces me to the head editor of hip hop on MTV.com, I heard his name and was like, "Oh shit." Shaheem Reid. I follow dude's work. So he introduces us. I get contact info, and I drop the word that I'm headed to NY in two days, could we meet up...
Next thing I know, before I could blink twice, I'm at 45th and Broadway in Mr. Reid's office, talking about everything...

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Bladder Issues? No Prob...


The ish I tell you guys about that goes down at my job is real. I talk about work fairly often on here because when I'm not posting, I'm working- or recuperating from all that working. Recuperating from what exactly, you may ask...


Well, ish like this: This past week, the hotel has had a lot of celebrities come through, more so than usual, some of the Bulls players, some Jets players, a few actors for the Tyler film that's in the works. So with the celebs, come the groupies. A couple days ago, there were three girls that sauntered into the hotel and stopped at the bar of course (you wanna be seen don't you?). They surveyed the spot and sat down close enough to some football players, then ordered one round of drinks. Just as soon as the drinks were served, and a couple sips were taken, one girl ups and pisses on herself. Right there. At a full bar. In front of everyone. Including the cats she was sexing herself up for. She ran into the bathroom and the cocktail server tried to clean it up with a towel thinking it was water. Nope. Once he found out what it was he ran around in circles carrying on, "It's pee! It's pee! I can't believe I touched it." She was in the bathroom, fifteen steps from the bar by the way, for thirty minutes, trying to dry her pants I guess. I heard that when she walked out they were just as wet as when she walked in. The football players clowned her from start to finish, to half an hour after she left. Comedy.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Next.




So it wasn't long for the new gig. I'm over that shit. I didn't really have time to do much else than work. The manager is nuts. He didn't want to respect the fact that I had a first job- and it was within the same company! Whatever. We'll see if this hustle jumps off. Right now though I feel like, I'd rather chill, and work for myself as a second income. I'd be going back home on a regular basis copping stuff, so that's cool. We'll see. I leave on Monday. Jumping off that cliff...

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

On the Up and Up...


Haven't blogged in a while. But I'd like to share that things are chill right now- outside of me throughly disliking my second job. My guap situation is about to change, my man and I have more time with each other, my baby's cute in kinky twists... Even though the African lady at the Glenwood Flea Market completely RIPPED ME OFF. How in the hell do you charge a bill to do a 3 year old's hair- even after she cut all of her hair off on one side of her head?!? There should be a discount like, "Well, I'm only doing 3/4ths of her hair, so..." I was so effin' hot that day.

Anyways, I'm about to go home in a couple weeks, get some hot ish, then come back to the A, so if anyone out there wants to reap the benefits of my hustle, scream at me.

My second job is cool but I don't know if I like working with the people. Maybe I'm just not used to them yet, but ugh... Everyone has idiosyncrasies but it seems like more exist in this place then anywhere else. I'm hostessing at the spot right? And these people serve more than 600 people for Sunday Brunch. It's like everyone around me gets aggy when it gets busy, like they can't handle the stress, and I can't work like that. I feel like: Be polite all the time, not just while it's slow. Assholes. There's an understated snobbiness, but their spot ain't nicer than the restaurant where I hold my first job. Speaking of the primary gig...

Guess who the hell I saw at work the other day: Mother Effin' T-I! Sitting out in the cocktail area with a group of friends- with a pastel flippin' button down on. He was passing through the hotel and looked over, saw his people then he went and sat down with them. I could've lost it but I maintained my cool. I'd been liking T.I. since Trap Muzik, and I think after a conversation me and Jarvis had the other day I clearly understand why. Although his flow and his lyrics are obviously impressive, that cat has a swagger like Jay. Like, "I ain't trying, this is what I do. I do this." Just so mother 'effin cool.