Whatchu Say Fool???

Confused isn't even the word right about now! This whole job thing...

...Do I? Don't I? Do I? Don't I? Do I? Don't I? Do I? Don't I?

Is getting on my last nerve. I call my consultant at the agency and express my concerns about going for a perm job and all he did was try and put the fear of God into me.

• A candidate he knows had to move out of his house and rent it.
• You could be looking for work for 3-6 months.
• There are jobs on the custodian side but they aren't even considered when on your CV by future employers. [So what, don't care. This is a job to me not a career. Always has been]
  
• The market is going to get worse before it gets better.
• We are inundated with candidates at the moment looking for work.
• After I explained I didn't want to waste their time and look to travel more next year had the nerve to tell me "well that may not even happen."

Excuse the horse dung pile-a-crap outta you? We're less than 24 hours away from a Black man potentially being announced as the next POTUS and you're telling me that I may not make it happen with my travel plans. Sit yo' ass down somewhere fool. I'm black n hormonal. DO.NOT.MESS.WITH.ME.

Someone tell me do white people just roll out of bed and attempt to piss black people off with their brazen attitudes sometimes?

When the hell did this fool know how much money was in my bank account. Met him once, spoken to him 3 times on the phone. I had to let him know that (a) I have money that is not even an issue to up and travel and (b) I rent my house from my parents, my sister does the same with her house and the folks are chilling in their own abode, so a missed payment is hardly going to see me ass out on the streets. And there ain't a damn mortgage on this house anyway.

Not all contractors live from paycheck to paycheck or live 4 cramped in a house sharing the bills. I've been on my damn own since I was 17. I've been fired and I've been hired. This man obviously didn't know that as much as I'm a realist I choose to be optimistic over being pessimistic every damn day [thank God and the likes of Dr Wayne Dyer & Louise Hay] and won't let any scaremongering get to me. Look, my best friend told me today she has a rare tumor on her kidney, I'm not mad, not angry, I'm not upset we're just shrugging our shoulders at it and getting on with life the best we can, and most importantly remaining positive, letting go and letting God. I know better. "Too blessed to be stressed. Too anointed to be disappointed."

You know something, it's after 7pm I'm jet lagged and tired. I'm gonna take my behind to the couch, lay down and watch season one of The Bernie Mac Show.

Get my laughter on!!

But I swear if he was standing in front of me I would have bitch slapped him. People always telling us we can't do shit in any damn capacity. I'm approaching 30, how you gonna tell a grown black woman, that it might not happen.

I'll send him a damn postcard.