Just when you think you've passed an unsurmountable hurdle, you wake up and you've developed what I like to call the "Pain from Below Hell" in your mouth. That, ladies and gentlemen, is a tooth abscess. And the one I have feels alot worse than this one here looks.
I looked it up on wikipedia. According to them, there's a big ball of puss in my mouth right now. I elected to not leave the house today, for fear of seriously hurting someone. I did manage to get some Taco Hell, after I spent most of the day avoiding any outside contact with my mouth. No nacho supreme this time--just the cheesy fiesta potatoes. Crunchy or soft taco with that number 7? Lady, make it as SOFT as fucking possible.
Now, this being my first blog entry, let me clue you in to somethings.
This is where I'm from. Chi-town. I miss it everyday. The ironic thing is that I worked very hard to get out of that big city, and damn near kicked and screamed to stay where I'm at now--which is here:
Good ole Greensboro. A town full of potential. Six colleges, about a dozen high schools, and 1 Hooters. Let's not forget though--a dozen or more night clubs, one popping up or leaving town every few months.
And that's where I come in. When I first moved here, I was enrolled at North Carolina A&T State University, which was at that time had one of the only accredited HBCU accounting schools in the country.
I dropped out. I'm SURE you saw that coming.
Anyway, I absolutely loved the clubs when I was in college. And then after college, while pursuing a fledgling music career with my mentor and close friend Showdown, spent almost every Saturday there with him, helping carry his crates and turntables.
Then, my club life ceased to exist. Showdown lost gigs, and I, in between jobs for a spell, could not afford to be there anymore.
Three jobs and no girlfriends later, I'm working for myself. I am the owner/operator and lead designer for my new start-up, Revanew Media. And you wouldn't be able to tell from the run down 2000 Honda Civic, or my disastrous living situation, but I am in high demand right now.
So I find myself back in the clubs, every weekend once again. This time, it's business. Hey, you gotta show your clients you're loyal, right? And what better way to show off your work than to introduce yourself to the lady in the black dress next to you, looking at the flyer you designed, and saying, "this is what I do."
Don't get it twisted though. It ain't all just me in the clubs spending up graphics money. Far from it. If they need me to help decorate or run the door or run an errand, that's my position. Maybe when I have several young employees to delegate to, then THEY can do that. But for now, the expenses are high like gas, and I'm not saying no to anything with a dead president's face on it.
So back to this unsurmountable hurdle I just passed. My laptop's hard drive crashed, and all you can hear is "why didn't you have a backup?" Why do people assume your ineptitude without recognizing the circumstances? People do that shit all the time--I can't stand it. They say, "if you're sick, why don't you go to the doctor?" or "why aren't you getting your car serviced every 7,000 miles?" Look, I'm broke lady! How about you pay for my shit, and I will make sure to get a yearly checkup and keep my vehicle in tip-top shape =]
Luckily, a very old but extremely gifted man was able to save my work, and in that, save my career. I actually told one of my clients I was thinking about hanging it up. Shiiiit, I had EVERY right to be scared. If I can't get this thing to fly, I'll be flying back to Chicago, writing my name on the orange juice at my mom's cozy house in North Beverly. Not that I don't love my momma, but at 29+ you do NOT stay with your parents, unless they need you to take care of them. My mom does aerobics--she'll be fine.
Meanwhile, with the laptop back up and running, I'm back logged til the end of the week. Things actually are better now than they were before. I'm working on way more memory, I was more careful about reconfiguring my space, AND I took more orders on that week off than ever--and they were paying up front!
Unlike some other clients, which I will name no names. Follow my current life through this blog, and you'll see I have not only family and friends, but enemies around here, too. And I have a feeling they're going to be popping up more often as I take Revanew Media from an infant to an icon. Right now though, I'm fighting the urge to cut this heathen out of my jaw with a pair of CUTCO scissors.
I looked it up on wikipedia. According to them, there's a big ball of puss in my mouth right now. I elected to not leave the house today, for fear of seriously hurting someone. I did manage to get some Taco Hell, after I spent most of the day avoiding any outside contact with my mouth. No nacho supreme this time--just the cheesy fiesta potatoes. Crunchy or soft taco with that number 7? Lady, make it as SOFT as fucking possible.
Now, this being my first blog entry, let me clue you in to somethings.
This is where I'm from. Chi-town. I miss it everyday. The ironic thing is that I worked very hard to get out of that big city, and damn near kicked and screamed to stay where I'm at now--which is here:
Good ole Greensboro. A town full of potential. Six colleges, about a dozen high schools, and 1 Hooters. Let's not forget though--a dozen or more night clubs, one popping up or leaving town every few months.
And that's where I come in. When I first moved here, I was enrolled at North Carolina A&T State University, which was at that time had one of the only accredited HBCU accounting schools in the country.
I dropped out. I'm SURE you saw that coming.
Anyway, I absolutely loved the clubs when I was in college. And then after college, while pursuing a fledgling music career with my mentor and close friend Showdown, spent almost every Saturday there with him, helping carry his crates and turntables.
Then, my club life ceased to exist. Showdown lost gigs, and I, in between jobs for a spell, could not afford to be there anymore.
Three jobs and no girlfriends later, I'm working for myself. I am the owner/operator and lead designer for my new start-up, Revanew Media. And you wouldn't be able to tell from the run down 2000 Honda Civic, or my disastrous living situation, but I am in high demand right now.
So I find myself back in the clubs, every weekend once again. This time, it's business. Hey, you gotta show your clients you're loyal, right? And what better way to show off your work than to introduce yourself to the lady in the black dress next to you, looking at the flyer you designed, and saying, "this is what I do."
Don't get it twisted though. It ain't all just me in the clubs spending up graphics money. Far from it. If they need me to help decorate or run the door or run an errand, that's my position. Maybe when I have several young employees to delegate to, then THEY can do that. But for now, the expenses are high like gas, and I'm not saying no to anything with a dead president's face on it.
So back to this unsurmountable hurdle I just passed. My laptop's hard drive crashed, and all you can hear is "why didn't you have a backup?" Why do people assume your ineptitude without recognizing the circumstances? People do that shit all the time--I can't stand it. They say, "if you're sick, why don't you go to the doctor?" or "why aren't you getting your car serviced every 7,000 miles?" Look, I'm broke lady! How about you pay for my shit, and I will make sure to get a yearly checkup and keep my vehicle in tip-top shape =]
Luckily, a very old but extremely gifted man was able to save my work, and in that, save my career. I actually told one of my clients I was thinking about hanging it up. Shiiiit, I had EVERY right to be scared. If I can't get this thing to fly, I'll be flying back to Chicago, writing my name on the orange juice at my mom's cozy house in North Beverly. Not that I don't love my momma, but at 29+ you do NOT stay with your parents, unless they need you to take care of them. My mom does aerobics--she'll be fine.
Meanwhile, with the laptop back up and running, I'm back logged til the end of the week. Things actually are better now than they were before. I'm working on way more memory, I was more careful about reconfiguring my space, AND I took more orders on that week off than ever--and they were paying up front!
Unlike some other clients, which I will name no names. Follow my current life through this blog, and you'll see I have not only family and friends, but enemies around here, too. And I have a feeling they're going to be popping up more often as I take Revanew Media from an infant to an icon. Right now though, I'm fighting the urge to cut this heathen out of my jaw with a pair of CUTCO scissors.
REVANEW MEDIA
revanewmedia@gmail.com
336.988.7719
www.myspace.com/brianakabiz
revanewmedia@gmail.com
336.988.7719
www.myspace.com/brianakabiz
