My Story Part 14: Moms Line, the Present, and the Future |
Before I get accused of being patriarchal... My mother was born in Glen Rock, New Jersey. My maternal grandfather is a tough old man! His mother ran a textile mill in Paterson, NJ... one of the few wo... Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 09:35:00 PST |
My Story: Part 13: All growed up |
When JC let me down, it hit me hard... really hard. I’ve been rejected many times before... and in a much harsher way than JC rejected me. It shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did, ... Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 12:36:00 PST |
My Story: Part 12: The inner battle |
I graduated from ECC. My life was still crazy, but I was still very goal oriented, even as the goals shifted. I transferred to Rutgers University, the Newark campus. They don’t offer communicati... Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 02:02:00 PST |
My Story: Part 11: Adventures as an entrepeneur |
The warehouse lets all its seasonal workers go in the fall... So I returned to school full time, my pockets swelled with a FAT wad of cash. I walked around with a $2500 knot in my pocket, because I di... Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 08:40:00 PST |
My Story: Part 10: Hard work |
Eventually, my unemployment ran out. It was time once again to find a job. My good friend Josito and I were both in the same boat... Josito found a job working for a repuatable moving company (a large... Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 10:04:00 PST |
My Story: Part 9: Pimp slapping the government into paying for my degree |
I returned to the New Jersey unemployment office. Those checks come in handy! Of course they made me attend seminars and shit about how to apply for work... they gave such priceless advice as "Don&rsq... Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 08:02:00 PST |
My Story: Part 8: Building frames and game |
I found a job at the Willowbrook mall... the one thing keeping Wayne, NJ on the map. Willowbrook is a big ass mall... thousands and thousands of people go through there every day. They're usually hiri... Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 11:54:00 PST |
My Story: Part 7: The Florist’s Assistant. |
The life of a man ruled by chance and destiny... it's random.Desperate for a job, with only a couple unemployment checks left. A friend of my mother's recommended me for a job as the florist's assista... Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 09:11:00 PST |
My Story: Part 6: Willy goes broke. |
I owed the bursar more money than I made in a year...My contract with Bloomfield College was up for renewal. It wasn't renewed... even though I was the only employee who actually showed up for work on... Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 03:22:00 PST |
My Story: Part 5: "The Pimpening" |
So I was in Bloomfield College, causing general ruckus... practicing kung fu in the quad, and executing jumping crescent kicks and spin moves in hope of impressing women. Eating free food. Making seri... Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 09:08:00 PST |