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Amazing three months working at/with WWE came to a crashing halt on October 30, 2018. I was discharged over a three-day span of “inaccuracies” of logging the WWE programming. I worked on WWE Network version 2.0 that should be out in a six month time frame. It was tough, and I thought about the events that unfolded and moved on. It was for the best. Dwelling on the past doesn’t help the amount of leaps to propel into future.
No, I did not fail. Yes, this was a setback. But I’m not giving up. So I only told a few people. Those few people were angry and confused for me. I was confused myself, but it took a day to move on once I confirmed with myself that that department wasn’t a good fit. It was a step in the door. It was an opportunity to finally accomplishing a childhood dream. At age 7, I knew what I wanted to become. I never lost hope. Never lost sight. I wanted to work for WWE and I did, although rather short. I wanted to become a writer: obtained my BA in Creative Writing along with the Publishing Certificate.
There’s this one buddy that calls every so often to check up on us. I mentioned it to him. That I’m currently jobless even with a job interview lined up. And we always seem to have the same conversation: Why don’t you get a city job?
I’m currently living in New York City, and oh boy I want out of this toxic city. New York City is the place to live in if you want your dreams squashed and forgotten. Once filled with hope and love, it’ll become strangled after nonstop working with little time to breathe and enjoy your life. New York City rent and taxes are high with nothing nice to show for it. Well, that’s how I feel. How many times are you going to redo the same road in less than two years at least? But I digress.
New York City jobs are a trap. They are designed to give you benefits and keep you working for ten years. After ten years, you’re free to go, free to retire if you wanted to. I like having benefits. I like knowing one day I’ll be safe if anything were to happen with my job or family issues. But why are benefits such a crutch? Because it’s guarantee and in New York City, people would rather feel safe and guaranteed rather than working hard to becoming something better and move out of the city. Fun fact: New York City is so conveniently filled with transportation accessibility that people don’t feel the need to better themselves outside the state. It’s cool with them to work nonstop and pay ridiculous amounts of money for a studio with no extra accommodations. I refuse to be one of the statistics.
Why don’t you get a city job?
My mother always wanted to me to get one. I always told her no. My buddy asks the same thing. I tell him no. Let me explain this: I have a degree in Writing and this is something I always wanted to pursue. I have my Publishing Certificate. I always wanted to do things my way. Why should I waste away my talents?
My resume will tell you that I jump from job to job. I stay in jobs until my body and mind calls it quits. I listen to my instincts about this position is no longer a good fit for myself and the company. But I never jump from job to job in the shortest amount of time. And this is seen to my buddy as I’ll never have a good pension/social security payout. When you stay in a job long enough the taxes taken from your check help build your pension and/or social security. When you decide to retire, you’ll have money to fall back on.
But why can’t I try to better myself? I try to acquire the necessary skills to land my dream job of writing scripts for WWE. Or just continuing to do what I love.
I don’t get a city job because I’m not and never was dependent on the city to “help” because people I know see my endless job jumping as a failure. I don’t think I failed. I think I just have setbacks to make myself a better person.
A City Job isn’t going to fuel my creative spirit. It’ll stifle it. It becomes frustrating when talking with others when you can hear how they’ve given up in life. I want to explore the world. I want to contribute to the wrestling world. I want to contribute to the writing world. I have so much left to offer being only twenty-seven years old. Why can’t anyone else understand that my personality and ambitions aren’t the same as theirs?
You get a city job when you believe fully that you’ve failed yourself and life, and that your dreams mean nothing any longer.
I’m not there. Won’t ever be. There’s always options to better yourself.
Everyone loses their job. It’s the nature of the deadly game we set up to make a living.