For a LONG TIME (1 year) I’ve considered myself the least respected person at Barstool Sports.
Honestly, I’m not even mad about that.
I know my place.
To be fair, I haven’t really done anything to command any sort of respect from my co-workers.
A few decent blogs here and there.
I produce a Rundown that almost never gets my co-workers banned from their recurring spot on Fox News.
But nothing to really cement my place at the company.
So maybe it’s rightfully so.
It’s probably rightfully so.
But whether it’s rightful or not, the lack of respect I receive is apparent.
But I can accept that.
And I don’t blame Feitelberg either.
I’m not mad about what happened a couple months later either.
They had already sold too many social ads that day.
There are simply only so many social media posts it’s possible for you to make in a day.
Social media platforms are notorious for not letting you post as much as you want.
That’s to be expected in your first year of a job at any professional organization.
But I don’t want to it to come off like I’m complaining.
I would never do that.
Barstool Sports is my dream job.
Pour one out for Luke.
I would never dream of complaining.
I’m gonna complain now.
Just look at this bullshit.
Have you ever taken a photo like that?
Has FrAnCis ever taken a photo like that?
No, he hasn’t.
Not even close.I took that picture.I looked like that.
It was a culmination of every single bad, addiction-fueled decision I’ve ever made.
It all led up to that very moment in time.
And you know what?
It was fucking magical.
I fucking crushed that picture.
So to have that picture out on the internet.
If nobody thinks I might be a serial killer, then was this all for?
What am I even doing here?
And just for good measure.
WHAT THE FUCK ELSE DO I HAVE TO DO?!?
I can totally understand not being invited on shows, or not being asked to do ads.
I’m not a great personality on camera.
I totally get that.
But if were talking probably serial killers…
I mean… damn…
I thought I had that locked up.
I thought at least a few of my co-workers would have recognized the work I had put forth.
But I guess not.
I guess there’s work left to be done.
