A marvelous money making day...

8JUN2021; 1915, TUE

As I sit sipping this slightly expired, nonalcoholic rosé after a long day of wheeling and dealing, I'm inclined to believe that this one is an intriguing one to say the very least. If I hadn't lived it in the flesh...

Not quite sure how to even begin the recap and tell these tales. However, I reckon that it'd behoove me to illustrate the facts in a fashion similar to what the living legend NaS did back in late '01 with his instant classic "Rewind"; off the Stillmatic album (tracing back my steps).

Without further ado:

I literally just finished checking on my "Younglings", as I do just about everyday; seeing as how they're the main reasons that I have a drive to "clock major figures". Immediately before that, I divvied up my quick cash between a couple of my dozen or so bank accounts.

A dear cousin's words of wisdom from a few hours or so ago were still ringing in my head: "Pay yourself first." So I did exactly as instructed.

Prior to the pouring up of the rosé and turning on my fav news station, I had to drive thru my third or so sunny thunderstorm of the day. That's where the above featured image originates; after I landed safe, back at my humble abode, of course.

Preceding my most recent ride, I made a "street sale" of a brand new set of workout equipment "for the low-low". I certainly could've attempted to gain more experience towards "[my] PhD in indiscreet street haggling"; as the late, great rapper MF DOOM referred to the matters (RIP).

The buyer requested to open one of the three extremely heavy boxes as I was in route to our rendezvous. I allowed him to completely open both of the most cumbersome, and important ones; as well as take a quick sneak peek into the box with the auxiliary equipment, just before he electronically sent the payment and transferred his new belongings from my truck to his.

I used my truck's CarPlay feature and Siri to listen to and reply to his text msgs while I was in route. Whole time, I would've been infinitely more anxious about the whole situation had we not crossed paths on the community app Nextdoor; or if he'd have refused to meet me in public.

Suffice it to say that his blade was sharp and quickly whipped out when he got the first box in front of him. Mine was more high end, and I'm pretty sure that I've got more insight into knife fighting; but I didn't wanna find out for sure!

Skipping a bit to my initial day on the new job of emergency expediting—I managed to successfully complete my very first "shadow", or training delivery following another "real world", or actual delivery, that I'd made; and after I had met some of the team at the regional headquarters. Fun times.

I just knew in my heart of hearts that I was gonna get reamed, or "ripped a new booty-hole", when I finished my hourlong trek to the hub for the very first time. To say that I botched my "prime time" project earlier today would be a detrimental understatement.

The only way that I was able to stay remotely grounded throughout the day was thx to my near constant gospel music playing in my speakers, a quick Bible break, as well as positive vibes that I requested from friends/Fam both near and far on fbook. Also, there was a couple of quick pep talks from my old, dear pal that helped me land the gig in the first place.

Lest I forget, the local cicada population loves playing kamikaze on the highways, as well as disturbing the peace with their mating calls; to the point that one would imagine both of which might could be going out of style with the quickness. I'm most def looking forward to another 17 years without them again, along with their supposedly diminished brood next time around.

Another caveat: My aforementioned Bible break took place on the nearest military base to my very first delivery. I legit don't know how I could've feasibly survived the past decade without my military ID.

Also on the up and up: I'm almost certain that my military hat that I had happened to be sporting all day kept the secret service from itching to pull tasers and/or "blue steel" on my foolish self this morn. It was not fun at all sitting there, being interrogated officially for the first time.

That's another story for a different day tho. I'm already a bit past my baseline as far as word counts go.

"Nothing for nothing": I didn't sleep much last night and I was not even remotely ready or prepared for my first "missions", or projects rather, today. Had I known that I was legit on the payroll, I like to believe today would've panned out with much more positivity and finesse.

TL;DR- Today was almost the epitome of a dichotomy. "Imagine, if you will," Murphy's Law ("Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong") meets many miraculous moments.

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