The Offer.....

Well I got an offer to be a teller at one of the banks, which is ok. They have to do the usual background checks, I thought they done that already. I figured that would have been the first things done, but I guess not. I know my credit is shit, and I think I still have a pending assault charge on my record from 1997. I hope the record is gone, since all charges were dropped, and I don't have to go back down to Philly to try and clear it up again.

So I had to make my way up to the bank for a very short interview with another manager. I had interviewed with some managers from a new branch due to open at the end of February, but it was two white guys and I guess they didn't like me for whatever reason, their loss. I wouldn't be happy working for them anyway or working in that all white part of town. One of the main reasons I focused my job search in Queens was to around and help my people, because I know no one else would lift a finger to help our people. I also have a long term plan in mind, so I want to serve the community for a long time and maybe when I'm 50 years old, a bank manager that the whole neighbor knows I might go into politics. So work for the people through a bank or financial institution and then serve the people directly through a political office. Well that is just a thought I have, will that happen??? I don't know, but it will be at the back of my mind always.

Enough about work shit, it was a very, very warm day in Queens. I said shit, it's 12 noon and it's nice like a mother out here. SO I got my basketball, and my bicycle and took my ass to the park. Mind you I haven't played basketball in over a year, I haven't even seen a game since 2004, so I was rusty as hell. Well I was there like an half an hour, when some youths came to the park. It was seven of them, and they asked me to play a four on four with them. Of course I said yes, never pass up a chance to ball. As usual I played the trash collector like Rodman, getting rebounds and tap backs, nothing major. They guys must have been like around sixteen years old, they weren't that good and as usual always complain about something when it was their mistake in the first place that started it. The usual young, Queens, or should I say NY players, all dribble and no finish. The can't see the court and don't really know how to play team ball, and we lost both games. This was only my very first day back playing so I could not take over and win it for us, and I had my glasses on not expecting anyone to be out there in the first place. So I was very stiff, and they had a shitty basketball, no grip and a dead bounce, but I don't complain just ball.

The next time they out there we putting money on it and we will see who wins then! Peace!!