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So I got this new job...

June 20th 2007 21:37
And it is the worst....Last week I went to get my laptop repaired at this little storefront in the hood, I'm talking a twenty minute bus ride, so this place is in the deep hood. I should've thought twice, right, well I didn't and now I am dealing with the consequences. Well the little guy in the store decided to tell me that he was looking for someone to keep an eye on his other storefront on the westside of Detroit. He sounded as if he was a nice enough guy and when I told him about the my search, ofcourse he offered me the position. I accepted, and immediately should have thought twice. There I was. Jobless, now employed, in a job that, I just found out...pays less than $2.50 an hour! What in the? Enslaved by my own people, the irony. But, blog readers, I decided to show up on Monday morning, becuase I gave my word and I am a really nice person, not to mention the fact that SPRINT threatened to cut my phone off at the end of this week.

So DAY ONE right...
I get to the store and I think that there is going to be someone there to train me because I know absolutely nothing (I mean NADA!) about video games or video game systems. But there is no one, but the ants, but that is another subject. I stayed for the entirety of the day...10am to 7pm ...klutzing my way through answering questions...looking up crap to find pricing information. But the weirdest thing that happened the entire Monday was that when I told the guy I wanted to go to lunch...he was upset, he asked how long I was going to be gone and tried to ask for me to return to the store before an hour was up....in a 9 hour day, returning to work after lunch in 45-minutes or less is unheard of, especially when you MAKING LESS THAN $2.50 PER HOUR (obviously this angered me).

DAY TWO
So I get to work a little let, around 10:30am...and I had a hard time opening the front door, so I was even more late. On this particular day I went directly to work, I organized, cleaned, inventoried and re-organized. I even made a list of prices from other stores. I also put ads on craigslist.org and stuff so that more people would know about the store...and it actually brought in a customer who spent like $50 on Nintendo games. I was happy with my progress thus far. Until I called and told the owner guy what I had done, he ran off an entire list of things, like dig the dresser out of the basement, clean it, stock it and place it somewhere behind the stores two inch bullet proof glass window. Hard labor, keep in mind that I have a degree from the University of Michigan and all that I've done is life a cabinet out of a basement. And the thing is he keeps an eye on me all the way from his eastside store with these two mini cameras that are strategically placed in the store...keep in mind that nothing else is strategically placed, there is about a quarter inch of dust on every darn surface save, the damn cameras.

I am quiting on Thursday...
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And then there are the men...

June 11th 2007 20:12
So I have been wondering around Downtown Detroit for the last four weeks, looking for employment, researching other cities to invade, enjoying my days of actually having nothing to do. And then I realized something. Why not have more fun? Why not let my boundaries down and go all out? I mean, I'm a pretty girl and everyday some older nicer gentleman asks me to lunch or dinner. Why not take them up on their offer? And that is what I actually did. The first guy was much older, about 55, but he was official and sweet. He didn't let on as if he was trying to get anywhere but the bedroom with his conversation. So I immediately decided that this would be our last meeting. We had chicken, spicy. He flirted and I laughed like crazy! Thougts ran through my mind as if they were on a treadmills, "What is he thinking?"; "He is clearly married", "He's cute, almost gorgeous, but he flirts too hard." He brought me a couple of drinks and after a slow tight hug, we parted...amazingly tipsy I made my way to my home.

The next day I set out on my usual errands, unemployment office, library, McDonald's, home to walk the dog by five. And then there was Shaun. Tall, dark with dreadlocks, a deadly compilation of a man. He was funny, but on foot. Promising me that we would meet up that evening to see Spider-Man 3. And when my phone rang later on, a large smile spread across my face. He hugged me tight during the movie, and when I told him of my financial situation easily turned over a twenty dollar bill. Shaun was a gentleman, walking curbside, opening doors, asking before he kissed me goodnight. I liked him. But he was still living with his ex, what's a girl to do?

There's more, its all true (promise) just stay tuned...TTYL Bloggers!
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Why do women do this?

May 7th 2007 19:37
Okay, so people may have liked the post concerning the smiles and random laughs, and I thank you for responding. I am new to blogging and I recently figured it out, I can right whatever I want because its my blog. So, since no one out there really personally knows me I am going to begin to spill my guts, only because I need to vent and everyone says that some really amazing unbelievable stuff has happened to me.

But. Today the topic on the radio was, why do women hate other women eventhough they do not know them.

Could it be the media? Could it be inbred through years of she say/she say? I don't know. But the other night I went out with a friend of mine from years back, a woman. She was raving about a new club she'd found and how much I'd love it. So I went with her. We pre-drank and prepared to PARTY hard!

Come to find out, it was Gay Night...I wasn't uneasy, I had enjoyed Gay Night at a couple of clubs in Ann Arbor, where mostly guys pranced and danced around each other in odd shaped circular patterns, it was fun. However, I had no clue that Downtown Detroit housed such a large Lesbian community and let me tell you, they filled the club that night.

Needless to say, my friend was at home with the whole event because she had her share of lesbian relationships, I on the other hand had only gotten over my homophobia three years prior. But I had a good time! Countless women respectively told me how graceful and fun I was, they weren't mannish or too strong. It was cool. I had fun! Try it!
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I am so tired of being the angry black woman that many people want me to be. Like, what else is there to do other than sit aroud being angry....how about being happy!!!

So the other day, while on my wild and crazy search for employment I decided that I was going to have a new outlook on life, I am going to be happier. Stop blaming everything on everybody and just take things as they come, and you know what, so far so good. My eyes are clearer, I've lost a little weight and while walking home from the unemployment office for nice looking black men asked me for my phone number. I am all smiles, broke, but still all smiles


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Can't find a job? ME TOO!

April 6th 2007 17:38
So I am completely finished with school, what a sigh of relief. I am so excited, right? WRONG. I can't find a job! I can't get a hand up or out of the ghetto. So here I am stuck in my parents back room, scared out of my mind because my checking account is ten minutes from being ZERO and I can't even get an interview. Then there is the added stress of everyone telling me not to worry and that I would be able to find employment soon enough. So what do you think I should do, continue to write, walk around downtown Detroit searching for help wanted posters in storefront windows. Or should I forget the almighty dollar and look towards school. It is so hard!!!

The funny thing is, I am really smart and will make a great addition to any office or school


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I live on Hague St, and I am pretty sure that if you looked up the slang word ‘hood, in the dictionary you would probably be faced with a picture of the street signs nearest my home. We moved there about seventeen years ago, it wasn’t as bad as it is today. We actually had neighbors. Now we have a series of weather-like renters, who come and go as the wind blows. But I have grown accustomed to the area, and I don’t really mind walking the four or five miles to the main library and other surrounding cultural venues.
It is on some of these walks (the buses come in packs, every thirty minutes) that I come in contact with a wide array of people. Most of which would traumatize any other college undergrad. So far I’ve (in passing) conversed with recovering prostitutes, failed entrepreneurs, regular prostitutes, failed former drug addicts and lastly a few street pharmacists. Out of all of my acquaintances I have probably had more fun in passing with the street pharmacists. Who aren’t the gun slinging, pant hanging, curse slewing thugs that the media cracks them up to be. Of course they smell apprehension and can seek out a buyer without even trying, but all in all they are just like regular guys.
But back to the point that I was supposed to be writing about before I was distracted by the nice drug dealers. Oh, yes, dating with my father…. . If you’ve read my previous blog you’ll see that I have relocated to my parents home, and regressed myself to their regulations and rules. Devastating, I know. But what can I say; it seemed like a good idea at the time. I find that I do not stay in the actual house much, I find reasons to go to the mall, the library, the grocery store (which is hard because I don’t cook), wherever. My parents have a knack for dropping whatever they were originally doing searching throughout our full bi-level home until they found, say, me, and bug and nag until I loose if not my mind, then part of it. So, I leave. I walk, run, find someone to pick me up, whatever, I go


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