You're fired !

I got fired yesterday. So much for the triumphant homecoming. I now have to make a t-shirt that sez El ex-jefe. I can't say I'm really pissed about this. I hated that job and I hated not having a life, living in PR but not seeing PR. Driving home every night exhausted knowing I'd have to do it all over again the next day and the day after that. Knowing that every day off I had I'd still be working the phone or the laptop reassigning people and fielding calls from motherfuckers who didn't read my email telling them I was OFF. I won't miss none of that shit.

I saw that train coming. I had been given an ultimatum over a month ago so after that initial shock, I knew I was fired. I put together a freelance biz plan which I think will be awsome. I'm now looking around for some gear I still need and we'll get this baby off the ground soon. In the meantime, I'm gonna fly to Miami to hang w/Isaida who's been so incredibly supportive of me.

What next ? well, since I knew this was gonna happen I started talking to a good friend photog here. We decided to start a freelance biz together offering 3 photo products that are somewhat inter-related. We're in the process of printing the different photo books to promote this thing. We both think it's gonna be great. My partner is a great shooter and friend.

But first I'm gonna enjoy some time off, lose some weight and get a darker shade of brown on my skin.

Wish me luck.