(I wrote this yesterday but my computer died and I had to go watch infinity war so I’m finishing it today.)
Also It’s obviously hella long so be prepared for a novel homies…
So to start off I finally got the ball rolling on being at and doing what I love to do.
Let's take a step back though. I hated my job more than life it self and constantly wished for the sweet relief of death. Relatable for some but for myself it was just a boiling point ready to explode daily. Horrendous depression and bouts of constant “what the actual fuck am I going to do with my life?” type things. I was stuck in a place I hated and had no light or hope of being where I wanted to be. Then my uncle suggested (keep in mind dude is career army and has been hounding my ass since before I graduated high school.) that I join the coast guard because that was the one branch I had ever "expressed interest" in. There's quotations because I literally have never cared about the military every in my life and just finally had enough of my shitty job at Starbucks that I only stuck with because I was a young dumb kid who didn't know his worth at the time. So I finally took him up on the idea and we went forward with it.
Fast forward about 6 months and I'm nearing the end of the paper work stage and I have to take a fitness test to see if I meet the recruiters qualifications and can move on to basic training. At this point my family has moved into a new house with my sister, mom and two dogs. So I offered to just sleep on the couch until I leave and they can have adequate space for all of them. Shit you not the DAY before this test I fall into a friend's pool and tear the cartilage in my wrist and bruised my back and hip. Shit ruined my chances and I lost all hope, but just went to the doctor and tried to get it all fixed so I could try again and get the fuck outta dodge you feel? Fast forward another six months and I'm "healed" and try again and barely pass this shit, like literally barely… All cool I leave Starbucks and I'm fucking pumped because now I have hardly any new bills and can focus on my stable new income and get out of this hole of massive debt I'm in. I finally make it to the training center and then just utterly flop. I couldn’t even do 5 pushups come time for the fitness test there and the sit-ups were a joke…the run was the only thing I “completed” yea 15 minutes for a mile and a half is hardly saying I “completed” it. So they discharged me and sent me home for failure to meet physical standards. At this point I REALLY think my life is just in every sense of the word, fucked.
So now we are at the semi-recent point of this story and entry.
I came home from the training center with literally no money, back logs of bills and just an even deeper hole of depression but knew that I didn’t have the luxury of just sitting there and moping about it. I had resorted to being back on my moms couch with 90% of my belongings purged before I went. So here I am with a handful of clothes and a small bucket of my random other belongings I was going to put in storage. That’s it. No bed, no room, no nothing. The cliché is at top tier now and here I am at what I assume is a good starting point for my “origin story” as a serious artist. I canceled the internet and cable for the house because I was previously paying for them and now I obviously couldn’t and neither could my family. The electric was the other only bill I was paying before then because I had come back from Full Sail on the basis that my family needed financial help and well I’m all they’ve got. So mom took care of rent and other expenses and I took care of on occasion groceries, power, and cable/internet.
When I realized that I needed a job and needed one fast I was quick to entertain the idea of trying to get my old job back but decided I’d rather literally eat dog shit 3 square a day than ever work there again. Crossed that shit off the “list” and moved on to just bumming their internet instead because fuck the system right?
Mind you this is the same store that I worked at so obviously there’s a sense of shame in myself and I’m sure that radiated from me whenever I came. I even got the bullshit “everything will be ok for you” from my old manager. (90% of the reason I was even leaving was because of her. Not because she was mean or anything but man was I under appreciated and constantly taken advantage of as a worker). Point being I was a sad sack of shit who sat in his old job for 8+ hours a day on Indeed looking for any jobs that I could find. There was always a sign for the gas station around the corner from my house though that always had a hiring sign for third shift, it was a last resort and unfortunately, I took it after about a week of looking with no avail. Minimum bullshit wage but it paid weekly and I could walk there if I really needed to. Having so many bullshit offers and wasted interviews I was almost out of gas and literally out of money from my change jar that I picked clean, as well as the cliché couch cushions and in my car seats. At this point I was fully ready to suck dick for money guys…not even just as the joke but with all hope lost I was ready to steal Vaseline and ready my lips…
Now working at the gas station had it’s perks, and I did enjoy some of it but it got bullshit quick and I was still looking for something better while I was working there. I mean after learning my lesson with Starbucks I knew I didn’t ever want to be stuck in something like that again, and an 8$ per hour job sure as shit wasn’t going to pay my bills let alone my debt down. About 2 weeks after getting the job at the gas station I got a reply from a pool company, the picture that hopefully attaches to this post, it was 12$ per hour and I would be alone 95% of my time in a company truck and a consistent route with consistent weekly pay. Fucking rad deal right? Well…. I put in the application and get the response for an interview and I’m hyped. I get dressed all snazzy after blowing the last bit of money I had that week on gas and nice clothes I lucked out on at Goodwill and head out to this interview right? Wrong. These fuckers made me drive 45 minutes across Jacksonville, Florida to resubmit the SAME application and resume I had JUST SENT THEM… and proceed with no interview after waiting for 30 minutes for that… It wasn’t until I waited 20 more minutes and then said fuck it and drove home that they called me as I’m pulling into the parking space at the house asking if I wanted to come in right then for an interview. I told them no I will come tomorrow because I’m not fighting the same traffic and wasting gas and time in my hot ass car with no A/C in humidity hell Florida.
I go in the next day for this interview despite my preservations and nail it. Easy enough because I’ve never been the type to worry about an interview itself; just about getting one. Fast-forward a bit and I’m all trained up and ready to clean some pools, and it’s going pretty great. That is until they start showing signs of complete disorganization and disregard to quality. Mind you this is a 20-year-old company building pools and an 8-year-old service department (my department) so you would think they have their shit together generally at this point. At least a little bit one would think. Constant miscommunication or blatant lack of communication at all, so I gave it a couple weeks to sort itself out and boy it gets worse. I had had enough at that point and just felt I was locked into bullshit yet again, but at this point Avengers Infinity War had just come out so me not wanting to be spoiled I deleted all my social media and only kept Facebook messenger to talk to friends. Almost a month later now I get a text from my mom who sees an ad on Facebook about someone who needs an assistant and it pays the same as what I’m making now. I chat the guy up via text and LinkedIn and we seem to hit it off for sure. Things are going great and we set up a meeting, and BAM I land it. SEO/Digital Marketing and some Production Management position/assistant for this guy who is rebuilding his company and want to expand in all the right ways.
Now we are at the absolute present day (day of post) and I start this new job on Monday. Not sure what it holds for me but after the last two weeks of me getting back into drawing and 3D modeling, in Blender instead of Maya because money, I am nothing but excited to finally get into doing something I enjoy and can really put my talents to use and expand them. I’ll keep updating as things happen but as of right now I’m loving life and I’m finally happy once again. I think this may be the start of a great origin story for how I make it to RoosterTeeth if ever I make it, OR if I make it to another production company that I really enjoy! Let’s be real though RT is the best.
Finishing update to the post is that I watched infinity war and my actual heart is ripped in half. I loved the movie and there are also parts I hated, but I’m not going to spoil anything because I’m not a jerk. For those that have seen it you understand, and for those that haven’t seen it it’s an emotional ride you aren’t prepared to take… Also the picture I mentioned earlier I cant figure out how to put it in the post so its in my images. (blue shirt and RT15 hat)