NOTW: This one pains me to admit…

…and, I mean, it really does.

But before we get to that, please allow me to welcome you to my second installment of Notes on the Wall! (NOTW for those of you keeping track at home) How much longer will I be keeping track of these entries? For as long as it sounds cool to me!

I hope you all had a wonderful conclusion to the end of your week last week. Maybe, you even have even found a few things that motivate you, or are just straight up thankful for.

Today I am going to share with you something that I am both, very thankful to have and causes me to physically cringe at it’s very thought!

My delivery job.

Yep, I am honestly very blessed to have it.

Getting mixed signals yet?

I hate my job. Like. Hate it. I like really, really just think it’s plain icky. However, I am one of the most blessed people in the world because of it.

Stumped yet?

I am grateful for this job because, though it’s a crappy side job, it’s a side job that has allowed me to have a roof over my head and food to eat everyday. Truthfully, at the end of the day, if your side job is at least doing that for you, then it is a success.

Now, I am not going to give a speech about how you should always be ecstatic to walk through the doors of your particular crap hole every day. What I will tell you, though, is that you could be a lot worse off.

As of right now there are five percent of Americans who don’t get a job to complain about. Five percent who have much bigger problems then having to get up early for the morning shift. There a group of people, just like you and I, who aren’t sure where their next meal will come from or where they might sleep tonight.

It is also worthy of mention, that it’s because of this crappy side job that I get to do this. It’s what funds the electricity to use this computer and to purchase the needed equipment and software for this expanding project.

I won’t lie to you, I greatly look forward to the day that I get to throw my resignation in the general manager’s face, along with a pair of middle fingers. But right now, I am just glad I have a job to complain about.

So what are you guys, maybe even begrudgingly, thankful for? Or even something that maybe inspiring you this week? Please feel free to share in the comments or, if you are feeling adventurous, shoot me a message on twitter (@punkmusical) about it!

Have a fantastic week!

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Musicians are the Worst Employees

Every time I have the pleasure of speaking to another musician, artist, or entertainer, I have come across a common theme. Food service. I know that this is not true for every case, but if anything it is consistent. I have always thought that it was odd, but as I gave it some thought, it makes perfect sense.

Being a person has been far more intimate with the industry then I care to admit, so many creative people being former food service is kinda nice. If anything at least I am in good company. The reason I feel that if you ask any musician about their resume, that they will probably mention food service at some point is because, musicians are terrible employees. There are always positions in food service, partly because other musicians got fed up with thouse positions!

There are many reasons for that, but the biggest one I feel is that we don’t give a fuck!

Not giving a fuck about a cruddy food service position? Revolutionary Remy! How did you come to that conclusion?!

Look, I know that no one goes into a lower tier food service position or retail position, because they love it. You do it because you have to pay the bills. That is completely understandable, considering that is exactly what I am doing right now. The thing is though I was taught growing up to put my best towards everything I do, especially work. Which is exactly what I did and it got me to running a restaurant. Not to blow my own horn but I was a fantastic employee. I did everything I was supposed to do and then some. I never talked back to the boss, I always made sure everything was spotless, and I had some of the best ticket times in comparison to other Gymland locations.

Then, lets call it the “awakening”, happened. The “awakening” being when I was suspended from work for a ridiculous reason, and rediscovered my life’s purpose to be a musician. When I had this realization I had something new, a goal. This changed my life in many ways. One of them being when I got back to my position of power after the suspension, you better believe I didn’t give a damn about Gymalnd anymore.

Though with that you could make the argument that I was just fed up with Gymland and didn’t want to be there anymore. You’d be right! There is more to it though. Even in my new position, which is entirely different from what I was doing before. I am now a delivery driver and am hardly even in the restaurant. I still can’t say I care even the slightest.

The reason being is now I have a higher goal. Something outside of work to pursue. A dream to chase. After that there ain’t much room left for customer service ideals. Like I said earlier no one goes into the lower positions because they want to. It’s to make money, but it’s a slippery slope. You go there to make money, and then eventually you may get a pay raise, or a promotion. Then you have that much more intensive to stay. Because you put in the effort and invested your time into this position you are starting to establish yourself in that company. You have no reason to go anywhere else. Then time starts to slip by and you have been there fifteen years. You may try to get another job but all your experience is in that one area.  It is at that point you realize, they got ya.

I am not saying this is the end of the world, and some people do just want to work for a company and make a living that way. Which is fine! I couldn’t do it, but that just means its not for me.

For my fellow musicians, we have different priorities. If we could just live off playing music we would, but for most of us that is not possible. We need to pay our bills somehow, but that doesn’t mean we are going to put much energy towards a particular pleb position.

So if you are an employer out there, you have been warned. If you higher a musician or artist for a low paying job, expect them to be out the door in a couple of months.