So the only reason I got that job where I met Crazy Bitch was me pulling the one string I had. I can’t believe I even got the interview, even less that I passed about four. It was by far the most prestigious job I ever had, although I was just the guy who REDACTED - it’s not your job that is prestigious, it’s the fact you are working for people like them.
Well that’s what you’re supposed to think when you’re young and naive I guess.
Sure the place was impressive as hell. Historic really. Since I was there, I could never swallow all the bullshit about what happened. I may be dumb but I’m not stupid. I have eyes.
And ears, but I’m learning to stop listening to people.
So the first really weird thing that happened was with the security. When I first got the job I had to go through security to get a badge and all. It was pretty tight security but nothing like REDACTED or anything. Basically I had to bring two forms of ID, a memo from my boss, then they had to call my boss and verbally verify, then they took my pictures.
They also did some basic background checks, for REDACTED or whatever.
So what was so weird is about a month later, we got a memo saying everyone in the entire complex had to get new ID cards. I remembered it because I had just done it the month before. When my boss got the memo he was really pissed because for him it was just a giant pain in the ass, and I happened to be right there and wasn’t even really that deep into a project yet, so he told me to go be the first at our company and let him know what the deal was.
The first time, the month before, it had taken about twenty minutes. This time? I was there for over three hours, because there were like REDACTED people in line. It was the same basic thing but now it took forever to get the verbal verification calls because you’re trying to verify with REDACTED people in the same complex which is a logistical and bureaucratic nightmare.
The funny thing is, it’s so ironic really, I kept that memo - and another one to come later - because I figured I should be a dutiful employee and keep the receipts so to speak.
LOL - not like it mattered. Oh that’s a whole other story. I wouldn’t believe any of this if I hadn’t lived it myself. It’s a crazy world. Especially being surrounded by those chain motherfuckers.
So the first couple of months, I mean life was great. I was making bank. I was meeting tons of ladies - which I technically shouldn’t have been doing but, er, it’s complicated. Maybe I’ll get to that part. Maybe.
Plus, REDACTED was essentially bragging rights - well, for a guy like me trying to impress the kind of gals I was trying to impress. I was barely out of college after all.
I fly like paper get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got warrants in my name If you come around here we working all day Your life gonna pass you in a second if you wait Just like Jesse James when I'm sitting on trains Every step we get you see we're clocking that game Dole food for dinner the world is in flames Bonafide hustlers making that change Pirate skulls and bones Sticks and stones and bullets and bombs Running when we hit them A little poison for the system All they wanna do is And take your money