INTRO:
Life is a bitch, that's what my tattoo says cause most of the time that's what it is and sometimes I am the bitch. Up unti now I haven't shared this blog yet, I am not sure how others who do know me will take what I have to say cause here I have no intentions of holding back, just decided to keep it as anonymous as I can no names, but if you been fucking with me you know who you are.
I have had to endure some real bullshit and half-ass-I-don't-know-the-story advice.I was told this weekend quite forcefully mind you that I can't be mad with the dicks who have hurt me in the last couple weeks, I am told to move on the bigger and better things, just forget it's not that important, its not your job it is only a hobby! that was the worst, but that was taken that back knowing the bitch in me was about to come out. Advice is a funny thing, sometime it is not needed, its bad advice, or has nothing to do with the situation and sometimes it might be just what you need.
Week 6
So now my new laptop has been hit twice with liqueur, for a DJ who can hardly afford it, this is devastating. Now I have a nasty temper when provoked, I get so angry I fight guys anyone whos messing with my intelligence. With the way shit has been going, I'm just about done. Another DJ, told me when I wanted to start the radio station and dj that the reason he was no longer was doing it except for on occasion, was because of all the DJ drama, they are worse than a flock of female ballerinas the way they talk about each other, tell em they were great, when they sucked, but talk about them when they walk away, just as bad as females. He said that a lot of the time he wanted to fight with frustration cause he didn't deserve any of the bullshit the other djs like to dish out and that really there was no money in it for him. So now here I am, I said I didn't care, actually I didn't really believe him I said it can't be all that bad and if it is I'll just stay away from bad minds.
One of my regular DJs who has been with me from day one purchased a Hercules intergraded mixer and a laptop shelf case, but then he found another mixer he wanted and bought that too. He decided after seeing that my laptop was so screwed up, cause now that the liqueur dried it got sticky and even though most of the keys still didn't work, the few that did got stuck in the down position when pressed, which definitely screwed up my playing it had even happened at a party, but I got away. Thursday afternoon he called and said that I could get the first mixer he brought and pay for it when I could. I couldn't believe it was just what I needed. I practiced for a few minutes and I was good to go!
Thursday's radio show was excellent everybody showed up and it went without a hitch, like we been doing for the last six weeks, we packed it in at 12 and headed over to the party. Now the first time I had it, the other guys took turns carrying the Hercules, that joint is heavy, so we get there, everything is good the party is on, its live and getting, just an all around good night. My crew left at different times through out the night so naturally I was on my own with the heavy ass Hercules.
I throw my laptop on my back pick the case and head to the back it's paytime, I wait and wait nothings happening than the owner passes me half my pay I said wheres the rest, he says I gotta get the rest from the head dj cause its his responsibility to pay me he brought me in. So I ask him he says he don't have no money and besides he can play all night by himself so he doesn't need to pay a dj. You know if I didn't know any better I might have left it like that. See he uses a cd mixer and its fucked up has a short, cd's are old and scratched so it skips and more, he only plays old mostly slow music, partiers be asking when he's gonna get off so I can get on! So I told him all that's good but I play so I get paid I said I have little girls to go home to and they need breakfast and lunch money I can't be out all night "working" and come home with nothing. So he goes to the owner they have a little convo on the side, the owner says 'look I paid your security now you pay your dj be responsible you brought her in'. He comes back ova to me he says he don't have money to pay me so I say 'I watched you make money all night long' He says 'so you think I should pay you out my pocket' suddenly the owner jumps out from behind the bar and starts screaming at me he only wants the head dj to play his spot he doesn't want anybody else so get out of his place and don't come back!
I don't know who the fuck he thought he was talking to but I just flipped on him I tried to get at him quick I was gonna slap the black off his ass but the other dj was in my way and he put me out. One of the guys talk to me at the door but, I was pissed I didn't want to hear shit from him. I was so heated, so I picked that case and trooped it right When I got home I immediately called the head dj and cussed him the fuck out and I told him it was all him fault and he had better fix it before the day was ova cause we had a big event that night an affair , my team had been promoting this event for the whole month, we made sure everybody we knew knew about that party. I told him he screwed me and he had better fix it.
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