Hello faithful blog readers. Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to this. As the title says I have been having computer issues. The cord that connects to the battery of my laptop to the outlet isn't working, THUS I cannot charge my laptop batter THUS I can not blog. (Can't you hear Justin Timberlake's song Cry Me A River playing in the background.) Unfortunately due to bureaucracy I will not be able to finish this blog because my allotted amount of time at a VERY unbusy library with Internet access is about to expire.
Never fear I have ordered the necessary part and will be up and operational soon.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
This is me giving the middle finger (nnln) to capitalism
[WARNING: THIS EMAIL MAY NOT BE APPROPRIATE FOR SENSITIVE READERS OR THOSE WHO LIKE AMERICA THE WAY IT IS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!]
I have officially decided that I hate capitalism, unfortunately for now I don't have a better idea but give me a year or two in the sociology program and I will come up with something. But for now DOWN WITH CAPITALISM (except for Wal-Mart right now but soon down with them to [I ain't that strong yet let's not expect miracles]) !!! What has me so irritated you ask, it's U_S again. I went to my "orientation appointment" today and you could see the smoke coming out of my ears as I left. They suck as a corporation and with my powers of deconstruction ( I do realize that others can see through walls, leap tall buildings, and breathe with gills under water...but they all wear tights and how comfortable can that be).
So I went over there for my 9 am orientation and when I walked in a secretary handed me a pamphlet, YES THE SAME D*MN PAMPHLET THAT WAS READ TO ME BY MISTER: "I'm here for UPS interviews at the I.C. (if you don't know what that stands for check the last blog) When I saw that I was understandably annoyed but that I could swallow. As she lackadaisically handed me the pamphlet she directed me toward a room directly in front of her. Now can I fault this woman for not getting paid enough to greet me with a good morning, No! As I walked into this room there were school room desks. When I say school room I do not mean college sized I mean school room like you would expect in junior high, in rows of three. As I looked around the room they had pictures that were supposed to give the appearance of vintage memorabilia all dedicated to promoting UPS and they company "values." One of them was a sign that discussed what a true employee stood for. Being on time was on the list which we will get to in a minute. There were other things on there like employee comradare (sp) and other things to give the appearance of a small company feel and not the capitalistic monster they really are.
Our minute later has arrived: I walked in to the building about ten minutes before we were supposed to start as I sat there waiting I sent an email and started a game of sudoku. When I finished my email I looked at the phone and noticed it was after 9am, a minute or two later a tall gentleman with a dress shirt walked in to place some pencils on the desk. Because of the environments attempts to infantalize those that were there most sat erect as he walked in. His appearance in the room was brief because as soon as he came to drop off the pens he left. For about two more minutes we waited for him to come back. When he finally came back he put in a video that he told us was the, and I quote, "the most accurate description of what it's like to work for U_S [just in case big brother is watching and I get in trouble]"
Oh the video! I would have sooner slit my wrist than watch this display of brainwashing and attempt at intimidation. Two of the main characters were Black and the third was in dispute. All these three talked about was how hard the work was and how when management said work harder you did because you want to please them so they can see that you are working hard. The Black woman in the video talked about how important it was to her that her boss knew she was doing a good job. After the video ended I thought about the traditional type of people that apply for UPS, usually people in school or people in desperate need for money. If this is really the case then why are those in charge of making this video assuming these people are stupid? I don't know if it's that they really think they are stupid but rather trying to enforce a working class hierarchy.
The main contention of this video was not individuality or creativity but rather obedience to authority and blind subservience. Additionally they felt that it was completely within their right to assume a certain educational level of the applicants watching the video. My problem with this is that the amount of education you have does not dictate intelligence. The problem with America today is that we have these archaic notions of what intelligence looks like and how many letters it requires you to have behind your name. Most of those who are reading have family members who are without college degrees but have still made it work. What I mean by made it work is supported a family on one income. Raised successful children who have met societies so-called standards for intelligence by going to college even though they themselves did not get to go. Loved their children as much as humanly possible with the baggage their carry from their own upbringing. THEY MADE IT WORK. And what I am amazed by is that they made it work in our society...the way that it currently is. I am not so naive as to think that this ...I don't even know what to call it...dumbing down of manual labor employees is new, it can't be because they sure seem to have perfected it into an art, so those we know that made it work had to endure years of this from snot nose supervisors fresh out of college who thought they knew everything.
The whole thing is degrading! When we finished the video and he came back in the room two minutes later he handed us a paper he wanted us to complete. In his continued efforts to alienate all intelligent thought from the room he ordered us not to write on it yet till he told us to. ARE YOU [EXPLICATIVE] KIDDING ME!?! There was no one in that room who was under 18 and from the way it looked no one under 21. I have not had a piece of paper placed in front of me and told not to touch it since grade school. Once we were allowed to touch it, which was mind you after he let the "class " "borrow (which he made poignantly clear that he wanted directly back after we were finished)" some brown U_S pens, we were only to write as far as we were instructed. I am almost good and positive that those that were in the room had experienced filling out employee paperwork, as such could have done so WITHOUT explicit instruction. But alas he continued on.
The final straw for me was when he asked if anyone had any questions. I had two but only asked the second after he expressed a frustration that no one wanted to ask him anything. ARE YOU FOR REAL!?! You just spent 20 or so minutes of my life trying to make me feel like a child and reinforce your notions of my stupidity and NOW you want to know if I have questions. Why would anyone in that room feel comfortable asking anything?
I'm getting worked up again. As I walked out I gave the receptionist my pamphlet back, letting her know I had already received one and didn't need two. Instead of being grateful for my attempts to save company paraphernalia she took it and continued her informal phone call. Now I realize that is classist of me to expect gratitude for a small insignificant act so maybe we are even but what tips the scales back in my favor is that they waisted almost 30 minutes of my life for free! I'm not sure what irritates me more, the fact they took advantage of people who need work or the fact that I'm dumb enough to continue to go back in for a job I don't really need that badly. What also makes the scales lop-sided in my favor is the final declaration of Mr. Nice Shirt who informed us that it would take two weeks to schedule the next step of the hiring process which would be an unpaid tour of the facility. EVEN AFTER THE TOUR THEY STILL DON'T HAVE TO HIRE YOU!!!
Ok so let me conclude. I want to say that what's wrong with America is not the poor who bust their but for pennies every day. It's not the laborers who are incessantly demeaned and then lectured by the middle class about merit, hard work, success, and their interconnectedness. It is not the other than English language speakers who attempt to preserve their native language with their children, because of Englishes infiltration in all other aspects of their life, but get dirty looks from others who make under their breath snide remarks about how they need to learn the language. The problem with America are those who think a hard days work builds character. bullshit a hard days work often earns the laborer little money and even less respect. The problem with America is million dollar companies who pay people they expect to work 5 hours a day not stop without air condition or a more than ten minute break as little as possible with the promise of "promotion within the company." BULLSHIT! If these non-air conditioned over worked people get hurt before they make it into management what then?The problem with America is a system that is structured to beat the life, creativity, drive, and motivation out of people because it is not conducive to a "group work environment." BULLSHIT and we claim to be made about gays marrying because we are a country founded on Christian values. There is NOTHING Christian about exploitation. There is nothing Christian about those who have a lot getting a hell of a lot more at the expense of those who have a little ( I know that is the same as exploitation but I'm on a role and if I stop now you wont get the gist of how angry I am ;0) ! And there is definitely nothing Christian about the problem of race we still have in this country and how the majority of its occupants are still wondering if its really still a problem.
IMPORTANT MESSAGE: TO ALL WHITE FOLKS...YES AMERICA IS STILL A RACIST COUNTRY!!! I would assert the most racist in all the world.
Ok this is getting lengthy so I'll stop. In closing: THIS IS ME GIVING THE MIDDLE FINGER TO CAPITALISM
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Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Whoda' Thunk It?
Although it would seem as if I do nothing all day, that couldn't be further from the truth. I run errands (which is what all lazy people say when they spend a lot of time running the gas out of their cars), look for items I wish I could buy, exercise (which is amazing... I have managed to gain 3 pounds since I've been working out and just in case you were wondering YES my thighs still touch...whoda' thunk it?) and a myriad of other complex things I don't have the time to explain to you right now.
But I will tell you of a protest I am planning. It is against the Georgia Department of L_ _ _ _ _ (just in case President Jack a*s I mean Bush is using the patriot act to read my blog [For those of you who may need some assistance it rythms with that holiday in which we are supposed to plant trees {speaking of trees I heard a comedian say something funny, which means when I repeat it, it won't even be twice as funny...don't you hate it when that happens, he was talking about how you have a bunch of people walking around talking about save the trees, save the environment, can't you see the beauty in the trees when you see them. He said as a mater of fact I can't all I can see when I see when I look at trees are....well let's just end it there cause I forget and it has lost it's funniness already.) Services which should be renamed the Department of Incompetent People Who Somehow Managed to Get Jobs and Are Only Employed There to Make Those Who Don't Have Jobs Feel Like Sh*t. We could call it I.C. (Incompetence Central) for short. Because I had reached the end of my unemployment rope I did what every college student born after 1976 does at least once...apply to UPS. So I go over there based on a flyer that says SPECIFICALLY that they will be INTERVIEWING. Now I may only have two degrees but I think it's a rather safe assumption that when a company says they will be interviewing, most likely that's what they will be doing. BUT faithful readers that would throw the I.C. into complete chaos, and actually cause some of the unemployed to get jobs. Then what would all those people who are employed there have to do? Whoda thunk it? So as I signed my name to the WAITING LIST, which at the time seemed like a good idea since I would be INTERVIEWING, to wait my turn. After a brief game of Sudoku (which I realize is a game designed for middle to upper middle class whites who have time or the money to do things like have a game night, I digress...) my name was called, along with three other people on the waiting list. Although this seemed odd to me I figured it was a group interview...which got me about as excited as a Barry Manalow concert (not that I even really know who he is, for those of you who do and listen to him regularly if you start to squint to look at the page or have to turn the volume up on your office phone don't worry it's probably acid reflux). When we get back there, there was a guy with pamphlets in front of them, get this... he hands all three of us a pamphlet and READS DIRECTLY FROM IT.
ARE YOU (bleep) (bleep) (explicative) me? I backed the pimp mobile out of my driveway, used precious gas that I have to almost agree to sell my soul to wal-mart for just to get more, and drive down to the I.C. in GA heat (cause you know I couldn't use the air, I just told you what I had to do to get gas to drive the car imagine what I would have to sell to have enough gas to turn the air on) with the windows down which only allows the hot air to fill the interior of the vehicle, to have this Jacka*s read to me from a brochure! At this point I wasn't even annoyed....oh no. My annoyance came at the end of our "interview" when he then told me to go on-line and apply. (bleep) (bleep) (bleep) (four letter explicative) !!!! (You all can thank a certain Asian [we won't reveal her particular ethnicity] for my new found colorful language)
In my annoyance I have decided to protest incompetence. Here's what we're going to do. I have declared tomorrow National Incompetence Free Day. This means we will be shutting down the DMV, the Post-Office, BYU, and Sonic (have you ever been to Sonic's drive thru... try it you'll know exactly what I'm talking about). In addition to shutting down these bastions ( I just like to use that word not only does it look cool but stupid [to be sensitive non-smart] people just look at you when you say it as if you were talking about a fatherless child) of incompetency. to make sure you have some personal, well deserved fun I am giving you a coupon (pronounced qu- pon, not coo-pon, a coo is something that happens in other countries when the government ain't acting right) to give to any incompetent people you may meet. Fell free to cut and paste it, below the coupon will be instructions on how it should be used.
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But I will tell you of a protest I am planning. It is against the Georgia Department of L_ _ _ _ _ (just in case President Jack a*s I mean Bush is using the patriot act to read my blog [For those of you who may need some assistance it rythms with that holiday in which we are supposed to plant trees {speaking of trees I heard a comedian say something funny, which means when I repeat it, it won't even be twice as funny...don't you hate it when that happens, he was talking about how you have a bunch of people walking around talking about save the trees, save the environment, can't you see the beauty in the trees when you see them. He said as a mater of fact I can't all I can see when I see when I look at trees are....well let's just end it there cause I forget and it has lost it's funniness already.) Services which should be renamed the Department of Incompetent People Who Somehow Managed to Get Jobs and Are Only Employed There to Make Those Who Don't Have Jobs Feel Like Sh*t. We could call it I.C. (Incompetence Central) for short. Because I had reached the end of my unemployment rope I did what every college student born after 1976 does at least once...apply to UPS. So I go over there based on a flyer that says SPECIFICALLY that they will be INTERVIEWING. Now I may only have two degrees but I think it's a rather safe assumption that when a company says they will be interviewing, most likely that's what they will be doing. BUT faithful readers that would throw the I.C. into complete chaos, and actually cause some of the unemployed to get jobs. Then what would all those people who are employed there have to do? Whoda thunk it? So as I signed my name to the WAITING LIST, which at the time seemed like a good idea since I would be INTERVIEWING, to wait my turn. After a brief game of Sudoku (which I realize is a game designed for middle to upper middle class whites who have time or the money to do things like have a game night, I digress...) my name was called, along with three other people on the waiting list. Although this seemed odd to me I figured it was a group interview...which got me about as excited as a Barry Manalow concert (not that I even really know who he is, for those of you who do and listen to him regularly if you start to squint to look at the page or have to turn the volume up on your office phone don't worry it's probably acid reflux). When we get back there, there was a guy with pamphlets in front of them, get this... he hands all three of us a pamphlet and READS DIRECTLY FROM IT.
ARE YOU (bleep) (bleep) (explicative) me? I backed the pimp mobile out of my driveway, used precious gas that I have to almost agree to sell my soul to wal-mart for just to get more, and drive down to the I.C. in GA heat (cause you know I couldn't use the air, I just told you what I had to do to get gas to drive the car imagine what I would have to sell to have enough gas to turn the air on) with the windows down which only allows the hot air to fill the interior of the vehicle, to have this Jacka*s read to me from a brochure! At this point I wasn't even annoyed....oh no. My annoyance came at the end of our "interview" when he then told me to go on-line and apply. (bleep) (bleep) (bleep) (four letter explicative) !!!! (You all can thank a certain Asian [we won't reveal her particular ethnicity] for my new found colorful language)
In my annoyance I have decided to protest incompetence. Here's what we're going to do. I have declared tomorrow National Incompetence Free Day. This means we will be shutting down the DMV, the Post-Office, BYU, and Sonic (have you ever been to Sonic's drive thru... try it you'll know exactly what I'm talking about). In addition to shutting down these bastions ( I just like to use that word not only does it look cool but stupid [to be sensitive non-smart] people just look at you when you say it as if you were talking about a fatherless child) of incompetency. to make sure you have some personal, well deserved fun I am giving you a coupon (pronounced qu- pon, not coo-pon, a coo is something that happens in other countries when the government ain't acting right) to give to any incompetent people you may meet. Fell free to cut and paste it, below the coupon will be instructions on how it should be used.
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When you encounter someone who exudes an exorbitant amount of incompetence feel free to give them one of these. In your own little soul you can sit back and laugh, (btw that structure in the middle is supposed to be a large "I". Laugh if you wanna this ain't Microsoft word it's a blog) because you and only a couple of others know what it really means.
Ok so I'm not feeling particularly funny (I missed nap time) so I'm going to end it here by letting you know that the restaurant ( I spelled it right all by myself...everyone clap, no I'm serious clap. Please clap?. To those of you who did thanks, love and miss you, those who did not may you have an itch in your nose just beyond the reach of your finger) finally called me back and I start Monday. So I'm back in the working poor club!!! Woohooo.
Remind me to go off on people who talk about the unemployed/welfare recipients and what they are doing to our society.
When you encounter someone who exudes an exorbitant amount of incompetence feel free to give them one of these. In your own little soul you can sit back and laugh, (btw that structure in the middle is supposed to be a large "I". Laugh if you wanna this ain't Microsoft word it's a blog) because you and only a couple of others know what it really means.
Ok so I'm not feeling particularly funny (I missed nap time) so I'm going to end it here by letting you know that the restaurant ( I spelled it right all by myself...everyone clap, no I'm serious clap. Please clap?. To those of you who did thanks, love and miss you, those who did not may you have an itch in your nose just beyond the reach of your finger) finally called me back and I start Monday. So I'm back in the working poor club!!! Woohooo.
Remind me to go off on people who talk about the unemployed/welfare recipients and what they are doing to our society.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I'm BAAAACKKKK (Is that too many K's?)
(7:17 lookee there a decent hour)Well faithful blog readers, sorry for the delay. I have sad news, philosophical deep thoughts, and hopefully some funny mixed in the middle.
The first item of business I'd like to report is: on saturday I rode (bicycled) 26 (yes count em' 26 MILES. Was it painful you ask? Of course not I'm BLACK PHYSICAL FITNESS WOMAN (duh duh duh duh [you know how the beat goes, don't front (for the slang impaired that means don't act like you don't know {BTW I expect that Irene Ota for sure should know what "front" or in the present progressive tense "fronting" means}]) (Just for the fun of punctuation and to irritate Jo let's add some more unnecessary parenthesis). Of course it hurt, around mile 15 I was tired and wondering several philosophical, if you will, thoughts. Please allow me to share them with you.
Speaking of deep thoughts you should want to know about, I remember saying when I was in my EARLY 20's (I'm now and forever 27) that when I turned thirty (mind you which is right around the corner) I was no longer going to live the law of chastity (aka Mormon celibacy rules). Don't you think that's fair? Should I take an opinion poll.
All those who think it's fair that sexual activity after 30 should be good, legal, non-commandment breaking, and without consequence check this box: [ ]
The rest of you people who obviously have not thought about it long enough and therefore have established a different opinion check this box: [ ] (I plan on conducting my graduate research in the same manner just to let you know).
Anyway where was I...oh yeah getting job desperate. Well I still fill out applications every day. I even went to the department of labor services with my Mom, which by the way is a joke. A bunch of people with jobs sitting around telling people without jobs how to get them. While this seems logical at first glance really it's a lot hypocritical and narcissistic (couldn't spell that one without spell check either). Why don't the people who work at job services give up there jobs for a little while and then the people without jobs would have them. Besides the only companies who recruit this place are those who want to pay people nickels on the dollar. Which yet again brings me to something philosophical ( I wish I had one of those machines that makes things blurry to signal a flashback, you know like they have in the movies and on Scoobie Doo)
LIFE OUTSIDE OF ACADEME SUCKS!!! (how's that for philosophical) [I know Jo my parentheses are in the wrong place, but I'm a tweener [in between grad school and undergrad] so it doesn't matter] I wrote a while back about filing out applications and that whole work history bull-ish. Well in addition to that I don't know anyone who knows anyone. While we normally call this white privilege or nepotism I'm neither white nor do I know anyone name Nep. There are no professors to write me a letter or talk into giving me credit to TA for them. It's just me, out here alone, penniless.
Okay I'm done early with that rant. There are some other things that I want to talk about...I've been reading DuBois again and I'm a little troubled but I'll have to save that for another occasion. As usual thanks for reading and I hope you had as good of a time reading as I had writing.
Love and miss you
The first item of business I'd like to report is: on saturday I rode (bicycled) 26 (yes count em' 26 MILES. Was it painful you ask? Of course not I'm BLACK PHYSICAL FITNESS WOMAN (duh duh duh duh [you know how the beat goes, don't front (for the slang impaired that means don't act like you don't know {BTW I expect that Irene Ota for sure should know what "front" or in the present progressive tense "fronting" means}]) (Just for the fun of punctuation and to irritate Jo let's add some more unnecessary parenthesis). Of course it hurt, around mile 15 I was tired and wondering several philosophical, if you will, thoughts. Please allow me to share them with you.
- How is it that fat sneaks up on you but skinny never does? This wouldn't be a blog without me expounding on this profound thought. I have never heard anyone say one day I woke up and looked at myself in the mirror and saw a six pack. Or the ever popular I was walking through Chicago and a gust of wind came along ripped through the space between my legs where I could have sworn my thighs touched last week and when I looked down there was nothing but emptiness there.
- Who decided that spandex was for everyone? While I believe we should limit all types of discrimination, some types of discrimination may indeed be healthy. Like what you ask(you sure do have a lot of questions today)? The 500 lb man that comes on TLC should be required by law to wear more than a loin cloth; If you have gold on the top row of teeth you have to wait until all your teeth rot and fall out up top before putting gold on the bottom; and lastly if you're daddy was the president that should automatically eliminate your dumb a*s from being the president.
- When bugs hit you in the face do they thing you taste nasty?
Speaking of deep thoughts you should want to know about, I remember saying when I was in my EARLY 20's (I'm now and forever 27) that when I turned thirty (mind you which is right around the corner) I was no longer going to live the law of chastity (aka Mormon celibacy rules). Don't you think that's fair? Should I take an opinion poll.
All those who think it's fair that sexual activity after 30 should be good, legal, non-commandment breaking, and without consequence check this box: [ ]
The rest of you people who obviously have not thought about it long enough and therefore have established a different opinion check this box: [ ] (I plan on conducting my graduate research in the same manner just to let you know).
Anyway where was I...oh yeah getting job desperate. Well I still fill out applications every day. I even went to the department of labor services with my Mom, which by the way is a joke. A bunch of people with jobs sitting around telling people without jobs how to get them. While this seems logical at first glance really it's a lot hypocritical and narcissistic (couldn't spell that one without spell check either). Why don't the people who work at job services give up there jobs for a little while and then the people without jobs would have them. Besides the only companies who recruit this place are those who want to pay people nickels on the dollar. Which yet again brings me to something philosophical ( I wish I had one of those machines that makes things blurry to signal a flashback, you know like they have in the movies and on Scoobie Doo)
LIFE OUTSIDE OF ACADEME SUCKS!!! (how's that for philosophical) [I know Jo my parentheses are in the wrong place, but I'm a tweener [in between grad school and undergrad] so it doesn't matter] I wrote a while back about filing out applications and that whole work history bull-ish. Well in addition to that I don't know anyone who knows anyone. While we normally call this white privilege or nepotism I'm neither white nor do I know anyone name Nep. There are no professors to write me a letter or talk into giving me credit to TA for them. It's just me, out here alone, penniless.
Okay I'm done early with that rant. There are some other things that I want to talk about...I've been reading DuBois again and I'm a little troubled but I'll have to save that for another occasion. As usual thanks for reading and I hope you had as good of a time reading as I had writing.
Love and miss you
Friday, June 8, 2007
A round of applause please for the newest member of the working poor (me)!!!
(11:45) Well so I've missed a couple of days and I realized if I missed many more it would become a habit. So here I am again to solve a curiosity as to what's going on in my life.
I had my second interview with Papadeaux's today and the manager said he would call me tomorrow to let me know for sure what his decision is. Before I left the interview though he told me that he didn't see any reason as to why he couldn't offer me a position. On more than one occasion he told me he would call and let me know when my new training class would start. So since Jesus ( and I pronounce that in Spanish [which leads me to a point of digression... so IN JEST I want to marry someone Latino but his name has to be Jesus. The purpose behind this is so that I can name a son Jesus Jr. I laugh so hard every time I think of this, anyway. My Black Southern Baptist family would be so appalled that that I named my child Jesus that they would all out refuse to call him that. Hence my master plan that's how the Jr. would come into play. Instead of calling him Jesus they could call him J.J. And I and my husband would know that really his name is Jesus. Sorry maybe if I were to tell you these "brilliant" ideas they would come across as a lot more funny]) told me it would be so I'm pretty confident that I got the job. I would start the job Tuesday at the latest and would train for 7 shifts or roughly two weeks.
I would also like to take this opportunity to set the record straight. Any job I get while in Atlanta is temporary. I will go to graduate school!!! While in graduate school I will not work more than an assistantship would require. I am dedicated to my studies and plan to one day become a professor.
Now that we got that under control let's have a very very brief combo about a particular white woman who remain nameless that has received some special privileges as of late. Have you ever seen the movie "Friday After Next?" If so or not allow me to expose you to or refresh your memory on a particular scene. At the beginning of the movie they introduce the main characters parents and uncle with a new family business called Bro's Barbecue. The slogan at Bro's Barbecue is "Barbecue so good you'll want to slap yo momma." Then the main character's father does in fact, much to the surprise of his mother, slap his momma. The reason I take you to Africa before getting to Atlanta (if you knew I lived in Smyrna 15 min from ATL it would make sense) is because someone needs to slap Ms. H.... oops almost said it, a particular white woman who will remain nameless' momma. Then I have an additional list, rather lengthy I might add, of white folks that need to be slapped. To prove that I am an equal opportunity batterer there is a Black woman on Fox news with a wandering eye I'd like to slap as well. To me her working on fox news is like strippers who claim to be working their way through college. Really?!? HELL NO!!!
Ok just needed to get that off my chest. I'm better now. The work outs have been good. I have been walking at least 20 minutes a day two to three times a day. As far as diet is concerned that's a bigger issue.
Lastly, since my twenty minutes is almost up I just want to say thank you for all the people who have been so diligent in keeping in touch. It has been so good to talk to my friends on the phone, via email, or those who have posted comments. I don't publish the comments because I feel like they are for me but it means a lot that you are showing your love in that way. Thank you.
I miss you all and love you. Have a great weekend!
I had my second interview with Papadeaux's today and the manager said he would call me tomorrow to let me know for sure what his decision is. Before I left the interview though he told me that he didn't see any reason as to why he couldn't offer me a position. On more than one occasion he told me he would call and let me know when my new training class would start. So since Jesus ( and I pronounce that in Spanish [which leads me to a point of digression... so IN JEST I want to marry someone Latino but his name has to be Jesus. The purpose behind this is so that I can name a son Jesus Jr. I laugh so hard every time I think of this, anyway. My Black Southern Baptist family would be so appalled that that I named my child Jesus that they would all out refuse to call him that. Hence my master plan that's how the Jr. would come into play. Instead of calling him Jesus they could call him J.J. And I and my husband would know that really his name is Jesus. Sorry maybe if I were to tell you these "brilliant" ideas they would come across as a lot more funny]) told me it would be so I'm pretty confident that I got the job. I would start the job Tuesday at the latest and would train for 7 shifts or roughly two weeks.
I would also like to take this opportunity to set the record straight. Any job I get while in Atlanta is temporary. I will go to graduate school!!! While in graduate school I will not work more than an assistantship would require. I am dedicated to my studies and plan to one day become a professor.
Now that we got that under control let's have a very very brief combo about a particular white woman who remain nameless that has received some special privileges as of late. Have you ever seen the movie "Friday After Next?" If so or not allow me to expose you to or refresh your memory on a particular scene. At the beginning of the movie they introduce the main characters parents and uncle with a new family business called Bro's Barbecue. The slogan at Bro's Barbecue is "Barbecue so good you'll want to slap yo momma." Then the main character's father does in fact, much to the surprise of his mother, slap his momma. The reason I take you to Africa before getting to Atlanta (if you knew I lived in Smyrna 15 min from ATL it would make sense) is because someone needs to slap Ms. H.... oops almost said it, a particular white woman who will remain nameless' momma. Then I have an additional list, rather lengthy I might add, of white folks that need to be slapped. To prove that I am an equal opportunity batterer there is a Black woman on Fox news with a wandering eye I'd like to slap as well. To me her working on fox news is like strippers who claim to be working their way through college. Really?!? HELL NO!!!
Ok just needed to get that off my chest. I'm better now. The work outs have been good. I have been walking at least 20 minutes a day two to three times a day. As far as diet is concerned that's a bigger issue.
Lastly, since my twenty minutes is almost up I just want to say thank you for all the people who have been so diligent in keeping in touch. It has been so good to talk to my friends on the phone, via email, or those who have posted comments. I don't publish the comments because I feel like they are for me but it means a lot that you are showing your love in that way. Thank you.
I miss you all and love you. Have a great weekend!
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Rest In Peace Dr. Dwayne Wilson
In light of the recent death of Dr. Dwayne Wilson, this blog is dedicated to him, his family and loved ones. May those that are still with us be comforted and may he be reunited with loved ones long lost.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
o·ver·qual·i·fied (vr-kwl-fd)- Educated or skilled beyond what is necessary or desired for a particular job
Overqualified - A label employers often use on mid-career job-seekers who appear to have one of three flaws: too many years of experience, too much education, too highly paid in current or previous job.
(9:59 pm) Today I was told what every minority is bound to hear at least once in their life time. Exact quote from a Papadeaux's employee "You are a little overqualified for this position..." when he says little I wonder does he mean that I have a little too much education, or I speak a little to articulately (which I was told by one of my first BYU professors, who would also make an in class comment that SHE would prefer to work with men than women on business deals because men were less catty. Talk about internalized sexism...I digress), I carry myself a little too professionally, oh...wait a minute...it might be the two degrees. Our president has two degrees and he's a jack ass, so let's not assume that everyone with a degree manifests a particular amount of intelligence[please do not misinterpret the last comment I was in no way comparing myself to the President's dumb as* nor was I downplaying my accomplishments] Even though I was "over qualified" he allowed me to go on to the second stage of interviewing. I am so blessed! FEEL THE SARCASM!!! But really I do thank God for the opportunity it was all Him (Sorry friend I can't let that go) and very little of me.
Oh oh oh news flash...lets get excited!!! I met a guy today. He was Black, said hi to me first, I started to undress and he looked at me strangely and asked what was I doing. I told him that in Utah where I just moved from Black men don't initiate greetings so that must mean I owed him something. Ok so it didn't happen exactly like that. I did in fact meet a guy and he did in fact say hi to me first but no clothes were taken off, I did adjust my sexy chin strap on my bike helmet but that's about it. Due to my new exercise kick I went biking today and about 4 or so miles in I got a flat tire. Which sucks _ _ _ because I do not own a portable bicycle pump. I have one that is in the back of my car but it won't do me a lot of good. I did have the other necessities to fix the flat, which left me relying on the benevolence of Southern white folk. I would like to take this opportunity to share the fact that I have not said the words " I hate White folks" in over two weeks. This may be in part to my having been in the house for most of the day for the last week but let us not downplay my accomplishments. Anywho back to my story. So after some nice non-klan looking white people loaned me there bike pump I went back to this little shop on the trail to check my tire pressure. As I was doing that I noticed Mr. Mandingo...sorry yet again some more inappropriateness from Natasha Ball...I tried to mind my own business but as I said HE SPOKE TO ME FIRST!!!! We chatted a little and he said maybe I'll see you later. I was content with that since my being in Utah for so long had rendered me invisible I was now able to be seen with the naked (just wanted to use that word) eye again. So for all of you that continue to inquire as to my dating life, that's as close as I've gotten.
I plan on working like a Jamaican if I can land these two jobs (for those of you familiar with in living color just imagine the voice saying "chew chobs you lazy bumbaclot." For those of you having never seen that skit it won't be half as funny). One is at a place called Cryolife, they called me today while I was being told my intellect exceeded what was necessary for a serving position. I will call her back tomorrow to see what she says. That job is from 6am to 4:30 four days a week. Which would give me enough time to nap in between a shift at the restaurant. I am hoping the wage at Cryolife is good. I'll let you know as soon as I know.
Ok well I've exceeded my mandatory writing period. Thanks as usual for reading and hopefully I was able to provide at least a little entertainment to your day. I love and miss you!
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