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So last week I went for a job interview for a position at a nightclub that’s going to be opening here soon.
It went pretty well I must say. The interviewers seemed to like me and they even ended it with, “We’ll probably hire you.”
That’s dope of course! I am stoked and excited as I wait for the confirmation.
I started texting my friend about it, someone who was actually my manager back when I was working part-time at another club.
He was encouraging and supportive somewhat, but somehow, the conversation veered towards well, typical bullshit I hear about many times over.
“It’s time for you to grow up.”
“It’s time for you to focus on your career.”
“It’s time for you to stop dancing.”
The last one is bizarre, but that’s how it is. Apparently being a Bboy and having a passion for something affects others.
But you know what stung the most?
He started referring to a couple of other colleagues we had. They’ve moved on with their lives and, according to him, are doing well.
How are they doing well?
Well, one of them now owns a condo.
Another one has opened three outlets of his new restaurant.
Another is now a director (of what, I don’t even know.)
