Walmart is Always Hiring

I'm mad. I am upset. I am disappointed but I just can't cry about it. I actually can't feel sad about it.

So, it's been almost a year since my last post. I apologize to all 6 followers of my blog and promise to try and write more. I need to write more in general. My life seems to be falling apart which means I have tons of free time so hey....I will write.

The most recent is the job that was promised to me in April is gone. I find out today that a young lady who I thought was a friend was an associate got the job. Which means she went behind my back and contacted the supervisor while I was out of the country. ( I went to Kenya for a month....promise to blog about that soon) So, after taking a month of my life off to VOLUNTEER, for those of you who don't know volunteer means work for FREE, I am now unemployed. And every production in Atlanta is fully staffed.

Being that it has been a year my last blog I was still actively pursuing a career in front of the camera...that has changed. I have been recently making a living as a production assistant mainly in the costume world. Which if my 2 show experience says anything for the way that world works....I HATE IT. I love the clothes. I love the organized choas when it comes to putting a characters looks and style together. I HATE the politics, the cat fighting, the lying and cheating to look better than your co-worker. (this is probably not going to help me find work)

The weird thing about all this is I don't see myself in another field. I have tried the so called "real world" and it's not the place for me. My place in the world is on a stage. If it's a sound stage, a theater it, location, it doesn't matter. And I don't have to be on it or in front of the camera. I just need to be near it. I need to know that my part in the production no matter how small makes a difference in bringing smiles and entertainment to someone out there.

So now here I am UNEMPLOYED but still blessed. At least I have an idea about where I want to work...and where I don't (costumes). I know a few names that might be able to help me get there...and if not...Walmart's always hiring.

I leave you with an encouraging Word. May God be with you and thank you for reading my rants.

Jeremiah 29:11-14     

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you, declares the Lord, and I will restore your fortunes and gather you from all the nations and all the places where I have driven you, declares the Lord, and I will bring you back to the place from which I sent you into exile.

From Big Mommas House to The Big House

So I am on probation. I have been on probation since Dec 1, 2009 from an incident that happened in 2006. On a very nice night in 2006 I went out with some females (non in which I talk to now) and drank 1 too many peach long islands. During the evening of flirting and dancing with a variety of NBA players...one approached me and had the best pick up line I ever heard. (Are you ready for this?) His words exactly "I wanna fuck the shit out of you" Now I know you are thinking why didn't I just jump on that right then and there which smooth game like that thrown at me. But I needed a little more liquid courage, so I enjoyed more of the peach long islands that seemed to just be flowing from the bar. As the lights of the club came on scattering the patrons like roaches, I still hadn't made my decision on if I was going to climb my new damn near 7 foot friend.( even though I did have the hotel name and room number in my recent text messages).
My girls all had plans of their own for some after club adventures (they were adventures...running over a mail box, arguing with NFL players and groupies in the Intercontinental fun night for all), so they were no help on making the choice whether to bang a random stranger or take my drunk butt home in the ride to my car.

When I finally got to the car, I still had no clue what I was going to do and I was coming down from my long island high. As I turned out of the parking lot where I left my hooptie, I turned to head south towards mid-town and when I live north. After a 5 min drive I decided to turn north and take my non-slutty self home. Which is where the real drama of the night began.

I got off my exit in which I live exactly 1.7 miles from and blew a tire. Being still some what intoxicated and very sleepy I put on my hazards and decided to drive home. BAD DESICION!! I was pulled over promptly and arrested for a DUI (with out a breathalyzer or field sobriety test). I should have just went and banged dude...he did win a championship ring in the last few years maybe I could have went to the playoffs...lol.

If you were paying attention you see the dates are a few years off. I was arrested in 2006 and charged in 2009. That's GA for you. If you read my first blog you see I have name issues. GA spells my name wrong several times. ( which has gotten me arrested because I have alias' which are all MY NAME just spelled wrong) So I got lost in the system. When I finally went to court I just plead to first offenders DUI and got the lowest sentence the judge has ever given. YAY ME! But that still is probation for a year! Which brings us to present time.

My probation officer is the most unorganized woman I have ever met and sadly my life is in her hands. Which is why about 2 weeks after I wrapped Big Mommas House 3 I ended up in the big house. YES, jail!! I spent 7 days in rice street. The same jail TI, Gucci and many other famous felons have called home. Probation put out a warrant saying I missed 2 months but while I was in jail my lovely anger black woman of a mother found out the last time I had a meeting with probation was May 4th and I spoke to her on June 27th which would mean I MISSED NO TIME!!! But as I stated before I have the worst probation officer in the history of the world.

So yes I am FREE!!! After I stood before a judge and he realized the mistake. Which only let me out of jail with an apology and put me back on probation with the same lady for another 6 months.

What I missed while I sat 7 days in jail....2 days of work on my new fav project!, 4 days of work at the regular job I hate, and ECLIPSE!! Which I saw as soon as I got out...well after a shower, real food and a couple hours of sleep in my bed.

More to come on this adventure in my life!