Use it and lose it?
Some thing that realy bothers me is those people that use
people just because they know they can. Like that’s bad enough, but using a
family member? That’s just messed up, yo. Why would anyone take advantage of a
kind hearted family member ? I see why, even if neither party will admit it.
Because they feel as though they will let the family member down if they say
“No.” That throws independence in the tenderizer… People like that do not seem
to understand that the world does not revolve around them, and your family are
not a free/cheap source of labor to do your bidding all hours of the day. Few
take pity on those who milk the same thing for year after year. Its done. Its
your fault. Stop playing the “pity party” card. It’s old. Maybe if you stopped
playing the pity card, maybe you’d be more of a pleasure to be around.
If I’m hurting, yeah it sucks. But I still do what I gotta
do. Including work. 2hours of sleep, school, 6 hr shift, Pulled an all nighter
with homework, worked that night, slept 4 hours and worked a 12 hour shift,
then slept 3 hours, woke at 5am and worked another 10. With no breaks, eating very little, and
the half hour drive to and from work- Look. Life is a huge shit sandwich. And
we all have to take our bite.
Now, keeping a promise.
Why make the promise if you have no intentions of ever
keeping it? That’s a dick move on your part buster. When I make a promise, I
don’t make one unless I intend to keep it. I forget, sometimes, yes. But when
it happened a few times, I write them down to keep them. This way I know for
sure a long term promise will not be forgotten. I still have a deal with a
friend- if one of us were to win the big lotto, we split it 60/40. (60 for the
actual winner, 40 for the other party) I haven’t played the lotto in years,
because im not really the gambling type. If I do, its more of a $1 scratch-off.
Point- keep a promise. Always. If you promise to pay someone
for helping you do something, you better pay the amount promised for the job
promised.
If you promised me $20 to mow your yard and rake the leaves
(that’s a bit unfair anyway) Don’t ask me to power wash your house, and clean
your gutters, then ask me to run out to the store (on my own gas) and buy you a
burger (with my own money) and THEN tell me “I don’t have your $20 right now.”
That is royaly F’d up.
I’ll do the yard and rake for 20 even though I think its
unfair. Power wash, gutters, $40. The gas , $5, burger $5. …….. Still want me
to do that extra stuff? I wont do it for free. Not even for family. If im going
to spend my time on YOUR stuff, you better accomidate my time and resources.
I’d rather be with my boys and wife. Instead your cracking the whip on my ass
for 6 hours for a measily $20? Bite me.
For that, I better get a minimum of 55 to make it worth missing work
for. Anything less is an insult on both of us. Tells me you think I’m
desperate, and my efforts of the work I do isn’t worth doo doo. I take pride in
my work, anyone I worked with and for will tell you that. Insulting me like
that will be a quick way for me to not help you again. Fixed income? Ok. Help
me help you. Lets talk about it. Payment plan type of thing, feed me, wampum… Whatever. If you make no effort
to pay for my help and time, I will make no effort to help you. I wont even
give you the name and phone number of the teenage boy down the street whos
saving up for a car. Ill give the teenage boy the name and number of the cheat,
and tell him what’s up. AND I’ll give HIM $40 for doing my yard work. Takes him
about 2 hours to do all of it. That was the deal, he did it, he gets 40, and
the yard looks great. I’ll hire him again, when he asks me if there’s any odd
jobs around he can do, I’ll find something, and pay him fairly, or point him in
a direction of the older lady 3 blocks down who’s needing help with stuff.
That’s how I roll.
I love to treat people as I want to be treated. I don’t want
to be used, so I don’t use people. I don’t want people to treat me unfairly, so
I treat people fairly. I don’t like being screwed over, so I don’t screw people
over, and I hate when people break their promises, and cheat people out of
their hard work, so I don’t do that shit.
I know im far from perfect, I wont argue with that. No one
is perfect on this planet, or any other in this universe. I’m not the smartest
person in the world, and I’m not the dumbest either. I would say my ineligence
is above “average”, and I am well aware of the fact there are A LOT of people
smarter than I am. Most things I am ignorant about, is because I have little or
no interest on the subject, so I didn’t research anything on it. I still forget
that I’m not surrounded by film makers anymore. Now it’s family. Instead of
discussing story lines for a script, dialogue, shots, storyboards and what frame rate to use, I find myself
explaining what “Drop Box” is, and connection speeds. I used to get blank
stares when I spoke “C4D and AFX” lingo. Now, its everything film related. I
forget about that all the time. Only the Mrs understands 85% of what I say
about it. Most likely because she’s heard it a dozen times when im
“outer-monologing” (talking to myself).
Even though when it comes to film making, it looks as though
I know a lot. About my area, yes. I can tell you about and maybe even help with
a lot of special effects and script- related stuff. But when it comes to
cameras, lenses, and lighting…. I know a little bit about it, but when it comes
to specifics, sizes power outage, yadda yadda… Better off asking The Director
of Photography, Matt. HE knows his stuff when it comes to production. I’m good
at VFX and screen writing, and I know someone who is better at it than I am. (You
know who you are. ;))
I still get asked to build models from her and others, as
well as correct scripts. I used to wonder why, but now I understand. People
like my work, they find it to be good. As an artistic mind, I notice the
imperfections, but no one else seems to. Thankfully the VFX spots I have done
were fairly short, so is not to notice the flaws so easily.
With all that, I don’t like to look down on others, but I
find myself doing it when that person has pissed me off. Then I’m a dick about
it. Insult my intelligence, or
insult my boys’ intelligence, you got something coming.
A six year-old boy knocks on my door asking if “hims” can
play… Any time I let my 5 year old
play with him, 6 is so bossy, and disrespectful. He got in my two year olds
face, and I warned him my 2 year old might hit him if he didn’t back off, and
he told me he would hit him back. That’s when I lost my cool and told him if he
did, I’d hit him. He said his stepdad would hit me… Don’t hit my two year old.
Minutes later he asked me what the sticker on the swingset said. I told him to
sound it out. He looked at me like I was crazy, and read the numbers only. I
lifted Malachi up and asked him to read the sticker. “For ages 2-10 Adult
Supervision—“ Six chimed in- “IS!”… Malachi continued…”--Is Recommended”. I was
impressed. Kai used to have
trouble with the big words, so him reading it without sounding out the
words surprised me. Not only that, but the six year old being all bossy and a
bit of a bully cannot read supposedly in 1st grade. He will most
likely be a bully… He upset me by saying he would hit my 2 year old. So now I
don’t want him around here. This the same kid who took the 25th
anniversary mint condition Rocksteady off Malachi’s wall (which was out of
reach) and opened it like he just got it at the store. I got it in 2009, and
gave it to my oldest son when he turned 5. Then that happened. Kai looked at it
while it was on the wall, but never touched it. He knew things on the wall were
not to be touched. Six was pretty quick to say “he said it was okay”- he has
older brothers, and I know brothers will do things to get the other ones in
trouble. And he showed me where the rest of the packege was. I think he was
lying about “Hims said it was okay”… It took so much self control not to scream
at him… I looked at him in the eye while holding the ripped open package. “You
need to leave. Now.”
He is a troublemaker, a problem child, and I do not want my
boys to be associated with anyone who doesn’t respect other people’s things, or
still talks as if hes a toddler. He needs serious tutoring for his reading, a
speech therapist, and psychiatric help, and possibly mediation for his issues.
My boys are not perfect, but they are smart. That alone will get them far in
life, and their imagination will bring them even further.
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