job interview

i recently went in for an interview for a full time position. suit and tie type shit, sit in an office, jokes at the water cooler, everyday grind type shit. i got offered the job on the spot and really i don't even know why i went in for the interview because i knew that i would never take it. i suppose it was just an ego thing. validation. to say that i could do it. make a nice large steady paycheck. i'd like to think that the branch manager just liked the cut of my jib.

i asked her if there was any way i could take a part time. i told her that i still had my own things to do, dreams to follow, and that i couldn't commit. i feel like i've said this shit all before.

i'm just not ready yet, maybe i never will be.

sometimes if the front door is locked you've got to just sneak in through the kitchen window. i've recently been able to paint some murals at the facebook hq in menlo park. it's been fun, busy, hectic, and sometimes very intimidating. i'm painting in building 10, which is filled with lawyers. i've already had people coming up and saying my art is "scary",  "inappropriate". a female lawyer said one of my pieces was too risque and asked me to cover it up.

we are finishing up tomorrow and hopefully painting a new building in a few weeks. keeping my fingers crossed. hugs and keeses. 

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