I’ve started to write again, not just here on the blog,
but an old co-worker/mentor/friend tapped me to ghostwrite the foreword for a
book he’s working on. It feels good to get the juices flowing again, as it had
been some time.
Left to my own devices, I’m not always sure what to
write about, but when given “a beat” so to speak, it helps. By beat, I mean it’s
like a rapper having something to go off of, as opposed to rhyming a capella.
That’s something I do miss about school, was the external motivation it gave me
to write, and typically do my best work. Intrinsic motivation can be hard to
come by, for whatever reason.
I applied for a writing job, which would have paid
considerably more than Whole Foods, enough to make the commute to the financial
district worthwhile. Besides, in would have put me in a better light to shine;
to make use of what others told me is my greatest strength. I’ve pretty much
capped out as a cashier at the Register. I done learned all of the produce
codes, I can. What I’m doing at work, isn’t exactly making a difference in
anyone’s life, and isn’t that what we are all most ideally put here to do?
I used to work at Target when I was 17. I still remember codes. What is it about those codes? When I read your post, all I could think was 4011 - banana.
ReplyDeleteHa, impressive! so when I'm 45ish, you're telling me they'll still be ingrained in the membrane? lol .
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