Cruel Joke

Dear Lord!

Ha ha very funny! 

This has surpassed the silliness of the 'Work From Home', unnamed company emails that claim "Verification of the online resume" and who like to "set up an interview to discuss the details of this position".  Eventually, these mystery companies want computer software purchased locally with monies from their company.  Somehow, my resume says that I am trust worthy. 

Now, here we go! $170.00 an hour to ...... oh wait, the link does not work!

We will never get a chance to find out what immediate job was waiting for me at this pay rate.

Thank goodness for the Gmail's 'block' feature.

I did do some investigating last week with a company that claimed a $35.00 dollar an hour pay rate for medical and billing claims.  They wanted local purchase of computer equipment.
We tried this before and I was arrested because I couldn't prove the validity of the claim (years ago).

Vampire companies are powerful and sinister.  "They are geniuses running-a-muck"!  They have access to money, charge cards and can hack into your PC and or network of any business if they are entertained.

It's scary stuff!

Finding a job is real work and can be taxing on the emotions.  So, I will do all to keep my head up!


Sincerely,

Limmie

Meet "The Sugars"

Dear Counselor,

My head hurts from the sugar overload!  I've have this pending migraine from the brownies and soda that have somehow made its way into my daily diet.  Arthritis is attacking my body, my kidneys are working overtime.  Lord Help!

I'd like to write a brief  review of the sweets that have been consumed just this week.

1.  Fatz iced brownie--A meal in itself.  It was a pretty large dark chocolate brownie with a buttery crunchy outer layer. Good for after dinner and breakfast.

2. JP's Cream cheese brownie--A light coca colored sweet heart!  It smelled wonderful.  Very soft and sweet.  If you wish to give a secret admirer a compliment and keep your creepy edge without completely scaring them away, this is it...just walk away slowly and have an alibi!!

3. The brownie bites are commercial.  Chewy center, classic brownie perfection.  Kinda predicable.
It was a brownie.

There are also the cookies galore! The soda. The sugar migraine. The lowered kidneys and I think i'm 17 months pregnant!

The sugar keeps us at the shelter sane.  But the overload can be painful.  I feel a little high.  But the important part is that the cravings are taken care of.

I am going to find a room in the library and shut my eyes for a minute.  When I come back, my brain will be back to normal.

The mission to find work is still on the table.  I had a prospect that did not come through.. *sad face*

Sincerely,

Limmie Boyd

Pay You, Pay Me PayWEE Together...

Dear Most Gracious Readers,

If you were ever so kind as to read this blog, I sincerely thank-you.


While job searching online I came across what has been referred to as "Ye pot of gold". 

These are internet sites that promise work if you subscribe to their service.  Suddenly this song came to mind "PAY YOU PAY ME   PAY US TOGETHER.....NATURALLY..." (Say you say me by Lionel Richie).

I pay them--They give job.  Pay for a job...  I feel like I'm getting ready to get on a stripper pole.

This is brilliant!!!

It can not fail!!!!

I knew that chocolate cake (discussed in yesterdays blog)  would come through for me!!
That cake reset, my whole purpose for creating this blog in the first place.

Now I AM Focused.

My brain is screaming  from the high sugar content of the funeral cookies that were served at the shelter.  My hands cramped and my lungs are heavy right now!!!

LOOK AT THIS!!!! LOOK UP THERE!      JOB!!!

I also ran into a website for writers.  They pay for online writing content.  I have to pay them first too!!!

This idea light bulb is so bright, I can't look at it!! I brain hurts so bad right now but and i'm going to use my 'crazy' to buy  myself some employment!!

I didn't take the job at the lumber yard because i'm scared! '

Ok so, on to researching ye pot of gold!

Sincerely,

Limmie Boyd

Million Dollar Cake!!!

Dear Counselor,


I just ate a cake called the "million dollar cake".  Its a cake so rich that you would want to take slice of it and rub it all over your body while bathing in a tub of Godiva brand hot chocolate with a smooth rich delicate vanilla bean creme with marshmallows.

This cake inspires me to become a rich black woman!! 

This cake makes me feel loved, wanted and needed by the most sexually seductive muscle'y, wealthy, and most romantic God-fearing handsome, successful and perfect man or woman that God ever created. 

This cake make me pretty and gives me value from the inside out.

This cake has healing properties.

(The picture is not of the actual cake. This is...)

This cake is just full of inspiration, ideas, creativity, blood, sweat and tears.  If I could become an architect, id build it a chapel and ask it to marry me.

There is an idea and a blueprint for solving problems in that cake.  Through this cake, I will get off of the street and into my career.  Doors will open and I will find the path that will lead me to the information need to get my life back!!!

NOW....Offfff to the lumbar YYYYYAAAARRRRD!!!!

  Well folks,  This is the next phase of recovery.  Slave labor...

This type of work is really all that I can find!  It's all that I am qualified to do.  It is all that I am good for.  Tagging lumber.  I've been so far an accountant, a medical professional, a police officer and a teacher.  Nothing sticks.  However,  I refuse to give up hope.  Someone will see me as an asset and will hire me.  

Eating this cake also leaves me a little frustrated because it does not match my homeless environment. 

It's good to treat yourself a little while life beats me down to the holes in my socks.

On another subject,  The holiday season is also a season for predators and scam artists to do what they do best. GET MONEY!  I'm not allowed to participate so i'm going to sit here and watch the people watching me.  I going to read the emails the read "Approved Resume" that claim that i am qualified to do something for their unnamed company.  I'm going to avoid the hiring events that are used for entrapment and the private investigators that refuse to acknowledge the pardon that I was given from my past. 

Be safe loves!

Sincerely,

Limmie

Can I Rub Your Feet?

Dear Readers,

There is a such thing as decorum ... Right?  (Hold that thought)

  I almost lost my virginity during my last interview.

That lady really pulled on me.

Ok... confession.  I believe in animal instinct.  Humans are animals, however, should we ever forgo our need for good behavior, society would destroy itself on a much violent pace.

This is how the interview went:

 *She started by saying that I was qualifed.

She asks questions..
Then
           By the end of the interview, that went well so I thought, I was told that I'm "very articulate" and "very kind" over and over again.  Also, ive never done anything that ive said I've done.
...and I'm so kind.

OMG what??

I went home, did some YouTube erobics, made myself laugh at my lack of coornation, then I put on my leggings like my momma would, and walk around downtown with my bird legs.

I'm sexy dammit!!

This was not really a job worth fighting for so, I move on...

I wanted to dominate her so bad...

I'm not digging the psychological warfare!!!!

I wanted to rub her feet and feed her marshmallows.

 Oh yes, to finish my first thought, I behaved as a mature adult should. I think, therefore I decorumed!!


Sincerely,

Limmie Boyd

(Strong women can do more when we work together)
(She messed me up)

Labyrinth This I say!!!

Dear Councilor,

Have ye seen the length of  y'ar labyrinth?  Once it is spun, where does't ye travel?
Level ascension, mid-space suspension, or mega death....

            The door was open, not sure if it is closed yet.  My last interview felt a little like a bad date.  You know the story; A highly impressive and gorgeous somebody gave a "nobody special"  a chance because they felt sorry for them.  "Nobody special" was excited about the prospect and the date that would never happen.  "Nobody Special" tripped over her own feet the whole time, even got some judgmental looks from the popular crowd.  Y'all remember how things were in high school?  The square is set up, called a dog face and dropped like a bad habit without a response to their phone call.

That was the vibe of my last interview.

I can take rejection well.  I know that some-where, there is a jock or equally as arrogant computer geek or would be doctor who may take me seriously one day.  They wont require me to put-out on the first date and leave me hanging.

Now, the labyrinth of the post education life continues.

At the end of the maze there is another dimension.  Where that dimension leads is up to the power one holds with-in.  One can progress up-ward, downward to destruction, or one can remain suspended in time and space with no clear direction.  The point also firstly however, is to survive the maze in the first place.

For other employment, I apply.

The job board scene may not be looking too hot for its main players.  It appears that the boards with a purpose are usually the ones that will strike oil.  So now we apply with a purpose.
This is what I do, now lets see if we can prove it!

Travel ON!!

Sincerely,

Limmie

I love open doors, don't you?

They look a lot like this....

Don't you hear the Angels singing?
The cows mooing? Can you smell the green pastures?

Open space and opportunity began with a YES. The deal will be sealed with a YES.
Then I'll be on my way.

Mind you, this position that I'm going for is pretty much going to be the platform in which I build...
The construction of my intended career choice may take a few years but I'm willing so long as my knees can stand it to go the extra mile to get where I'm going.

(I miss my babies) sidenote*

Hopefully the lives of the little people that came out of me will be effected for the better.
I think about them all the time and pray for them as often as I must.

I hope that they become great people.

Being homeless is hard. Life however becomes a little easier when you are able to stay in a shelter with great people, and have a pretty alright staff.


Hurray for open door!!

Sincerely,

Limmie

Who To Trust

What part of the American system allows it's people to stalk and harrass anyone presumably vulenerable?

My homeless and slightly disabled position places me as such, but it also places a kick me sign on my back for law enforcement, FBI, former employers ect the power to play the devil's advocate.

How dare I get a job, find a career and get off the street?

It sickens me how people pounce on those that dare to dream and not only dream but put in the work it takes to restore ones ability to thrive.

My beloved parents, may they rest in peace, went through the very same thing and even worse.

Some of the same characters are still following me.  Some people I can't seem to get out of my life.  I am tired of being controlled by them.

I shouldn't have to literally fight for my life against the lunatics in uniform for my piece of America just because I'm homeless.

There is too much talent on the street that are being shunned because of their unfortunate situation.
I consider this to be a form terrorism.

I can say with confidence that GOD is sending this ant into a country with giants and in this country will there be a land following with milk and honey.

I will become a giant ant if I have to.

Sincerely,

Limmie

Skipping Classes in School

Dear Readers,

There was a very important class that I omitted from my scholastic experience.  This class was considered to be some what "anti government".  When the instructor shared this important undercover information, I became agitated because what he shared what higly offensive.
Then one day I began to live the life that he spoke of.  What hurt the most was that I didn't stick around long enough for the 'how to get around this stuff" lecture and I ended up kinda screwing myself over.

I have so many questions about life and no one can give me the answers for free anymore.  So for now, I carry on through my journey and accept my circumstances humbly and when it's time to swim against the tide I become "belligerent to violence".
I am a part of the civil rights movement and I fight with an army of one.

I am educated and working to become certified. Unfortunately, I'm constantly slammed by my highly competitive colleges who for some reason seem to believe that they have room for another employee just as long as it's not me.
They keep recommending me to a telemarketing position that happens to employ majority African American, majority young and may also be either educated on the same level or of the lesser level.  I am a little tired of fighting these people. So, that only means that I must go back to school and aim higher and pray that my colleges don't react violently when they find out that I'm intelligent and a great employee.

For now, I am doing Custodial work.  I am homeless and need an income so one must do what they must do.  I'm keeping my emotion in check while drowning my sorrows in ketchup.

We shall over come someday!

Sincerely,

Limmie

Jokes on you...

Dear readers,

Life is not easy. Well for some of us life isn't easy. When you are unemployed and homeless, and without a safety net, life can become pretty tough.
The plus side to being "without" are the opportunities that afford individuals of low-income the ability to get back on their feet if they are able by way of
on-the-job training programs.

These job training programs provide grants and scholarships to those wanting to receive an education starting with adult education GED programs,  training in the medical field and in information technology.

Isn't that exciting!!!

Yes!!!

The downside to being in this position is having to face off with the jungle.... out there.... meaning having to face those wild animals that are waiting to pounce on the volunerable.

We have to become veeeery selective as to whom we share our personal information.
Anyone in any position could be collecting data for their personal use.

One of the cruelest jokes ive suffered through are those dumb emails, those fake emails that promise good sales positions, but they are really spammers fishing for information.
 They are also there to steal your joy!

The last thing you want to see when you're waiting for a response from a positive job lead and you're in desperate need of employment are the fake jobs fishing for information.

Those are reported as spam!!

Take that Fisher guy!!!

That's is such a cruel joke...jokes on me ha!!
(I don't respond to those emails btw)

Sincerely,

Limmie

Finance 101

Dear Readers,

Our beloved President is a business man.  How our country will function and flow will in my opinion mimic the large business moniker.  No one knows what happens behind closed doors.

I think this time we should pay close attention to the flow of the tide and follow the leader. My mother used to say that. I didn't see what she was saying until now.

So far Warren Buffets 'Bershire Hathaway* just became the largest share holder for the Bank of America.

        What does this mean for the economy?

   I trust that this company knows what they are doing.  But, I also remember seeing this before and how it effected my parents finances long ago.
  This type of move effected everything, like their ability to find a decent job.   I along with my parents have the experience of when an employer would make comments on how we are qualified for the job but don't have a good enough credit score.  The only job we could find would only pay a few dollars above minimum wage.  We knew that if we were able to gain better access to a higher paying job that pays a higher wage, those debts could be erradicated completely in a matter of years.  This will have a trickle effect...

I am afraid and excited.

We are in for more trying times.

If we expect to survive these next four years, we are going to have to follow God and pray for help.
 I feel a squeeze coming on and trusting God will help us survive these trying, and exciting times.

So today's lesson on how to erradicate debt goes like this.

1. Give to God first.  Pay your tithes.  We are going to need the church one day. The church is going to be the world's bail out plan one day.
2. Get financial counseling if need be.  If it's not needed then...
3. Budget.
4. Make sure debt cancellation is a part of the budget.
5. Watch the President Donald Trump.
6. Watch the financial industry
7. Watch every thing, watch the news.

Debts are a form of bondage and "when you have debts you will be treated like a criminal". ~~I wish that I could brag on who gave me that warning years ago but you wouldn't believe me if I told you.

If we ever needed the Lord before we need him now.

Let me put it this way.  If we didn't mess up our credit....
If we were given opportunity to do better...
If life didn't happen, ....

We wouldn't have the debt that we have now.

It's like watching a soap opera that I required to participate in....

I'm ready to erradicate my debts are you?

( Now, if I can get a good job and get out of this homeless shelter!)

Sincerely,

Limmie

I Shall Fear No Evil

Dear Counselor,

I'm afraid of workplace violence.  It scares me that anything can happen at any given time while in our peaceful existence.  Today a gunman opened fire at a UPS facility and killed 3 employees, injured 2 and then he turned on himself after being confronted by police.  Scary right?

Being a person that is in desperate need as I am homeless and living in a shelter and having dreams of landing a job and saving money and then getting off of the street and becoming a functional part of society.....the last thing that I need to know is that some angry and deeply hurt individual has decided to take matters into their own hands  shooting up the place because they are mad and had to make a "statement" then he kills himself...
I mean no....that is scary!!!

Now I have to go hide for a few days and do some more research and pray that I don't end up in the belly of the whale.
We never know why people do what they do.  He could have been a terrorist sending warning to someone that wants to work for another major corporation..the message could be.... YOU'RE NEXT!!!
What if that's me?
I've already had to not go to an interview because one of the locals is watching me too closely.

I don't mean to make this about me but honestly, I'm no stranger to workplace violence.  It's scary and unnerving to live in as a stranger in a strange land and to have to do battle that way.

My heart is broken for the victims and the families effected by this violent act.

I actually lost a friend years ago that same way.  He was shot, right on the job during another angry person's rampage.

My question is...what could have been done to prevent something like this from happening in the first place?

It had not been revealed​ as of yet if this was an employee so there's​ not a whole lot could be said.  However, there are a lot of questions.

I will leave the investigating to the professionals.

I'm scared.  Life is hard.  I shall dear no evil for God is with me...us

Maybe I should go get a job in a padded room with no people and no weapons and all personnel are required to be nice.

Prayers for those effected...

Sincerely....

Canned

Dear Sir/Madame:

Today I was canned..
I was canned...before training.
Training was to happen 2 weeks after hire.
I was thrown a bone and told to heal. I could not deal.
I have no idea what they wanted or needed.  
Don't you hate starting a new relationship with someone and they don't know what they want out of life but they have way too many expectations for you. The the main requirements is that you do what you're told not just verbally but also by esp. You are supposed to be a mind reader. You're supposed to know how to do everything but at the same time know nothing. Then you push to get info from them and your told to back off... Right after youre told to first give them the booty?
Well, that was my last employer.
I have no idea what they wanted from me. The job description was clear but I'm not sure that's what they wanted.
So now, I must move on.

Well..if I may.
Dear employers please don't hire people if you're not ready to take a new employee in. If things aren't in place it is ok to say so. If you want your new hire...please don't treat people like they need you more than you need them. We can reciprocate the same. Employers you need us too.... let's be friends?

Well!

Back in the saddle!

Sincerely,

Sunday's checklist

Dear Love's,

This week was pretty busy. Got some things done. Found a job that really is not my dream job or anything to rely on to restore me back to my superstar status,  but it is a job and I will continue to be on the continuous search for "thee move" that will bring an end to my current homeless situation. Today, Sunday became real. This reality of the being that they call Sunday is one that I've not experienced in a really long time.  Here is my list of events that have already happened and it's only 2:14pm.

1. I woke up, did my cleansing ritual.      ( I promise the details will not be discussed but I'm sure that you get the picture.)
2. I get back to my bed and notice that I'm tired so I get partially dressed for church, and lay back down.
3. Slept like a lazy kitty. Snored.
4. Woke up and Figured out where to go to church.
5. Dressed and went.
6. Heard a good message about life.
7. Dismissed and walked to Publix.
8. Grabbed some frozen P.F Chang's.
9. Walked back to the shelter. Cooked and ate.
10. Now I'm too full to sleep.

This is the life. This is not the life. I am grateful that my situation is no worse than it was before. It's nice to have stillness and peace. Then there is this tugging at my heart 💓. I miss my ducky, my treasure, my jewel, yani 💜my d and my cuppy cake and Tim. This Sunday is not perfect without them and I hope that they are a blessing to who has them.

Today's realness was birthed during those quiet moments where one can reflect.  Some would call it a spiritual check up.
Today's message spoke on how sometimes the things that we do for form and fashion may not be enough.  Like sweeping around the rug and not tacking what's under the rug.

The worst message to teach is " if you get it right the first time, you don't have to do it again".
 There is no perfect being on this plant.  Sometimes we have to keep trying until you get it right.  What ever right looks like.
 Monday means that we are all back in the saddle.  I have a life to build.  Prayerfully  God May bless the work of our hands.

Here's to a rainy Sunday afternoon!

Sincerely,
Limmie

Job Hunters, Hunters jobs...

Dear Councilor,

Many suffer from debilitating illnesses.  Today I'd like to discuss the one most sly fox of them all, mental illness.
The work force is full of people that struggle with emotional or mental disorders that were brought on by stress, abuse or traumatic brain injuries.   So while applying for work, or looking to establish a career; maybe if we can go a little further, when looking to establish residency in a new neighborhood of any kind, be sure to do your research.  You never know who especially in this day and age is on the edge and ready to fall off the cliff.  You may be hunting for a job, looking for a new home or church, and they may be hunting for you.

By the way, I was scanned again.  That means that for the second time I was tazed. The first time as I walked by a church I was tazed in the back of my head.  So far my voice has been effected. The second time just a few minutes ago the same person that tazed me the last time that I was homeless tazed me across the neck as they drove by.  They are attempting to internally decapitate me. What happened?  I applied for a job in the medical feild that hires maniacs.  I've worked their before. So without noticing the connection, I applied.
The world can be a very scary place. We have to be careful.
With God's protection may we all be kept safe from harm.

Sincerely,
Limmie

Unemployment Office

Dear Readers,

Hey let's state the obvious here.
The best place to find work, on the job training, and links to educational programs and other types of help with resumes and such is the Unemployment Office.  Now the the choir say DUH!!

Finding a job is easy if your willing to take a job of any type.  The job may not pay much more than minimum wage but it's work.  They can help with that.  If a career or career training is needed they can help with that as well.
I've been spinning my wheels for nothing.
The scary stuff that happens in this city is continuing to happen. We have "third world tendencies".  The world can be a scary place and sometimes all any of us can do is live in hopes that our path is made safe.

We'll gotta go study!

Stay safe,

Limmie

One Thing...

Dear Readers,

While speaking on the ugliness of our society there happens to be certain individuals who believe in their own degree of intimidation to only exercise their stance during times of exposure.
Some we take seriously, others we don't.
To see them try however, is both scary and pathetic.
The black suit serial killers apparently are supposed to have such a lock on this city that no one is to speak of their works. We are to only respect them in fear as if they were the Italian mob, in which they are not.
There was a time when the Gomer Pyle character would show up at the library to signify that there was a hit out on me. I would run. Today I didn't. Why should I?
Then yesterday, I witnessed again the same senario that my older brother tries me with every time I'm homeless. He thinks that if he sends a metrosexual my way it will give a confidence boost.  He thinks that if I compete for him with the "skinny butt girl" that I'll have simulation because he probably paid him to sleep with me.   No such luck. I have bigger and more important fish to fry.  My memory may be bad, but it ain't that bad and I'm Not that desperate!!!
I need to find happyville USA where all is safe, prosperous and free.  Where all have jobs, secure places to live and all mind their own business. No hit men allowed!!!

Sincerely,
Limmie

Subliminal Messages

Dear Readers,

Subliminal Messages...beware!

I saw something that could cause a repeat of terror and horror.  This "something" so to speak is also being commanded by a terrorist group.  This group does not fit any typical idea of any image that we've been exposed to.  Let me say this, many of have said that "Isis is right in our back yard!" Well, there is Isis, and then there is this group of serial killers that wear black suits.  They are geniuses, they serve in places of influence and they function more like a secret society.  They wear suits in the color of black and this black is darker than black.  It is a black that represents death.  Much of its members are influential kinda like a Illuminati group.  They are that good.  They get away with everything.  They are controlling the country and the news media.  Not for the greater good, but just to say that it's their time to shine.  I guess that's the difference between them and Isis.  Isis wants to purify the earth and take over countries for their God.  This group just wants to kill, cannibalize and control this country.  If there even was a real expose conducted on this group, you'd be shocked to find out who decided to join to satisfy their fetishes.
Years ago, there was a particular type of wording used in news articles.  This wording was dubbed as a art of storytelling, meant to control the mental status of the masses. Today, I read an article that gave repeat to this type of mental terrorism.  The need to tell a story in such high energy, to give too many and too in depth detail, and to use certain wording is how this abuse is implemented.
The age old debate over the use of wording to describe an event still rages on, but only this group today won.  The word "electric shock" vs "electrocution" to describe an accidental death by exposure to electric current still should get under the skin of journalists around, and those  who've seen the power of influence work for the downfall of society.  I've seen those words alone trigger flash backs in war vets and those who lived during the great depression.  If you don't know that their anguish could be passed to our generation and the next, thing again.
Today I fussed about the use of wording in a recycled news story concerning a line of storms that hit the mid-west.  Whats funny is, there was a time years ago when a storm hit.  The wording was used, people were loosing it, only to find that there was no storm in that area and people were fine. (So they say).
I'm not here is say that there was no storm,  There just another storm and the knight is dark.  They are out and they are running things.  Don't join them unless you are a cannibal. They are terrorists.

The Power of Influence (stalker alert)

Dear Readers,

When a dark spot in our reality has been uncovered unfortunately, it brings about it's dark inhabitants. Like this

 It's inhabitants are mad. It's either that or they are following the wrong influence.
Whenever I go to this particular place for testing, I usually end up being stalked.  Sadly, I suffer from some memory loss so as a person seeking a job and is down on their luck applies in places when harm has taken place..I get a little excited.  Then somewhere along the line, I remember.

We'll, not all success is aquired through integrity.  Some really believe that the wrong way is right.  Hence the stalkers.
This morning, someone pulled me over and offered me a job watching and training their dog.  They want to breed them and make money.  Only problem with that is, I'm not a dog trainer. Nor am I a breeder. I told the guy that I plan to stay in my field and walked away.  He followed me.  This guy has stalked me before.  He intends to hurt me and also insult my intelligence.  I have a degree or two under my belt.  This person was sent to insult me because apparently they think that I am of lower intelligence.  All I can do is walk his mutt.  No knock to people are have the gift of dog training, I don't have it.
I walk away, his parnter then drives by and gives me the eye...I'm smart enough to not reschedule for the test.

There is a chiropractor who knows a family member. He influences her to shoot me every time I try to interview with her business. I googled the business and recognize the building.  Won't be going there today.

Why have I seen the ugly side of the work place. Wish I could tell.

 Ghandi's most famous saying is "Be the change that you want to see."

Jesus said "Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you."

But what if the status quo is the harsh work environment?  What if bad behavior has been endocturined into the minds of a companies employee's?

If you enjoy going against the grain...
Do the opposite.

Sincerely,
Limmie

The Power Of Influence In The Work Place

Dear People,

I have two things, both subjects go hand in hand.
Firstly, I was called in to test for a position with a major company and this is what I saw.....

Not very appealing.  They wanted me to be cell phone free which is not a good idea for someone who is traveling from town to a rural area via public transportation and walking many miles, where no one can hear you scream.  They didn't let me in.

It's ok. Next subject...

I have had a few discussions with random strangers concerning work place behavior and, well as a wiseman once said "pain is relative".
We talked about individuals who take power positions of any size and use them to "let off steam".
Which creates what another wiseman calls a "harsh work environment" where ones phycological being is damaged effecting their physical health unto distruction.

I will never understand the need for the screaming, public humiliation, manipulation, bullying, kidnappings and sometimes murders (quiet as kept) that happen to be a must for some places to function.
I wish I could give a lecture on how to use the power of influence to create personal​ and work place success, where all is calm and we treat each other with respect and dignity, but unfortunately I have only seen in most cases the raw side of a donkeys ass.  And they showed it to me. So I know that they have one.
If I could have the key, I'd open it's lock and be happy to change the productive lives of anyone stuck in an unproductive and chaotic environment.  My only experience is to try, and, we put the try in writing. Only to be silenced and later years down the road have exactly what you said and wrote being reproduced as someone else's idea and implemented in some way.  Not everything I do is for the recognition. It's for change.  I suppose my peers and supervisors we're insulted that I said anything which is why I had no backing.   But in order to win, sometimes you must first loose....
Sometimes it takes a while for a forest fire to burn down all 20,000 achres of bull hookey.  It take several years for a new forest to grow.

We'll that's all for now!

Sincerely,

Limmie

The Power Of Influence.

Dear Readers,

The power of influence is an amazingly powerful weapon.  One who understands it's nature can make or break a whole entire nation.

 James 3:5 says "Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark." --NIV

How we influence other people's lives creates the world around us.  Mainly by first,.  our words, then those words turn into actions and actions produce results.

If you've ever been driven crazy by any one individual, you see the power that person has over you.  Sadly, most people that hurt others were also hurt themselves in the same manner.
I say this not to offer​ an excuse for anyone's bad actions, but yet to give an explanation to this person's action's.
We are taught as children in one way or the other, to treat others as you wish to be treated.

The producer's of television shows, creators of music or products know through advertisment how to evoke thought toward a thing or person for need of purchase or to buy into any idea or belief.

Some ideas are hostile and can push the wrong buttons.
Commercials, music videos, movies give us images and sounds from stories and experiences.  Some things that we see, we really may not know where the idea came from and we by the bait.

We'll, that's all for now. Tomorrow I will focus more on work place relationships.

E is for Easter.

Dear Lively People,

E is for Easter. Easter egg, Easter bunny and mostly E is for Jesus on this day. We celebrate his resurrection from the dead, he's no longer there in the grave he once laid. His life he lived and his death he paid, for my sins, and because of his grace I am saved. Amen

Like my Easter speech?

I miss my babies.  I see them around town they either love me or they don't.  Most were kidnapped.
I love my babies and one day they will come home.
One dreams of me in the water. The same way I dreamt of mine in the water.
I remember my babies that use to sing "here comes the bride!" When they would see me. They would hold their arms open and they'd ask me to marry them. My son and daughters that don't want me, have a tough exterior because they have to protect themselves.  Hopefully one day they will forgive me. Mommy is sorry for what she did wrong to make life so hard. I pray for you every day. I dreamt. About you in the water. And no I'm not French and yes I do eat a beautiful breakfast like you...No my name is not ester or Estelle or gizzelle and all of you are my cuppie cakes ....

Im lonely. My boyfriend is working today I think. Well he's working if the girlfriend that he's cheating on his wife and me with let him out of the house after she broke his phone. Since he's without a phone,  I have no one to make fun of, so now I poke fun at the protesters on Periscope for comfort.
That man just had to mess up a good thing.

Ok enough of my antics.  I was trying not to cry while typing about my babies.  I'm also in public,
I made it back into the shelter and have a bed.

Hope you all enjoy your day!

I believe in what is written about Jesus and no one can tell me other wise!!

Back to job hunting tomorrow!

Sincerely,
Limmie Boyd ------
AKA Tasha Brown, aka. Yolanda Brown, AKA Nicole Brown AKA Samantha Johnson.

Mob of Professionals Win!!!

Dear Sir/Madame:

                      If there ever were a time for anyone to second guess themselves ,..I mean to re-evaluate life and the path one should venture, it would be NOW!
The degree in which I've attained is no longer effective no matter how hard I worked simply because the angry mob of Professionals said NO!
That's ok. They're not the only fair game in town.  There are other avenues in which one can safely travel.
I have a degree in accounting and Medical Assistance.  What's next refrigeration, business Admin, HVAC, Aviation, mechanics????

Lord help!!

So we study to see where the biggest need...And we get a degree if it fits...
Sigh I'm to old for this.
The angry mob wins!

Sincerely 😑

Please

Priorities

Dear Sir/ Madam,

Everytime that I find myself homeless, there has always been that moment when the lights come on, and someone is home.  This moment arrives usually after the fear, paranoya, and depression has passed.

My late father taught me to notice everything.  Meaning, see, hear and understand what you see.
He would say "notice everything".


  One​ thing that my father kinda​ forgot to teach me was how to handle what I see.  Unfortunately, he didn't always know how to handle the information that he received and it drove him and my mother to madness.

I've also have spent much of my life in madness, so to see life from a different stand point even after all is said and done helped me learn how to handle the truth.

Today, the conclusions that I've drawn are these.
1. No one is good but God.
2. If it is too good to be true, it is.
3. Everyone has skeletons in their closet.
4. Life can be very cruel.
5. It's dangerous to live life with your eyes closed.
6. It's even more dangerous to live with your eyes open.
7. We need God, Jesus and salvation more than we know.
8. American culture is very hush hush about a whole lot.
9. Not everyone that seems pure, is. Everyone has "messed up".
10. Help! Life is weird.

Being homeless puts me around people to the point of intimacy.
I see people that are tramautized by nightmarish happenings.  The condition of their skin and hair, the way they walk and how they respond to even the simplest of things places them in a rhelm of honestly that many who are able to have functional living or wealth have yet to tell.
 Here, make-up and nice clothes can not hide much.
I notice movement, placement and actions.  I've learned to see emotions, and to hear the brain talk.

What I see and hear broke my heart, and it leaves me stranded because there is not much that can be done about it.

All I can do from here on out is pray.  Also keep walking.

I pray for my children.  I am afraid for them. There really are some real sick sick souls in this world.
Many of who suffer from the sickness only realize the destruction until after the major storm if we are lucky to have our hearts and minds restored.

Some people "go crazy" and they never come back.

Notice everything.

Night y'all!

Sincerely,

Push past the definition of insanity.

Dear Readers,

We've all by now have heard countless times the definition of insanity.  This definition says that a person will do the same thing over again, expecting different results.
This definition is plain, black and white, or case end point!
If any of us were to find ourselves running on the same hamster wheel called life, this may be for a particular purpose.
 I loved the movie entitled "Groundhog day" because  the main characters found themselves consciously or not living the same day over. The only difference is that all were given a chance to do the day differently​ than before.  From the worst of actions to the best of actions. Pushing the envelope​​ and even knocking on deaths door just because that new, same day would be lived again as the clock struck 6 AM and the song " I Got You Babe played every morning during the movie.
My life has been that in some sort of fashion .  I've been through this for years.  Working for the same company, living in the same quarters. Driving the same cars, trusting the wrong people. There is a vicious cycle that has consumed my life and I don't know how to stop.  I've had so many hands up, the helpful are tired.  I've done things educationally that most would not believe.  I have a master's degree but unfortunately, two days after graduation, I was shot.  My degrees we stolen by a maniacle and self serving family member.  I don't know where my degree came from and what I learned. So I go back to care giving until I get fired, end up homeless and go back into retail.  I get on my feet, then an arsonist finds my home, my new borns are kidnapped and so on until I go back to caregiving, and living in poverty.
I am Intelligent and have much to offer.  But you'd never know it because I don't know how to prove it. So I play this game called life until something changes.  The only difference is now is that I am concious and very aware of my actions so far.  I know how to avoid trouble and which fights to pick.  I know how to walk away, listen and use that good virtue called patience.  I pray for my children daily. They are always on my mind. Even the ones that I lost.  One day the path of life will be made straight and the trees along the path will no longer be the same ones that I've been passing for years.
The lesson is to do all that I can to change how I react.  Do all things in wisdom.  Be careful who I share my space with.  Always look for inspiration.  Pray with out ceasing. Learn to ask for forgiveness and to forgive.
The crazy reactions, and crazy people occupied my territory during my younger years. I was one of them.
   Whatever I am doing wrong will be revealed to me and things will get better and the hamster wheels will disappear. Groundhog day will finally become Easter and new experiences are welcome.

Destroying Insanity together!

Me


Pray for me and I'll pray for you!

Leap!

Dear ladies and gents,

Today, I became a leapper.
An all too familiar jobsite sent their daily job recommendation for a front office position, in which I applied for.  Once the app was completed, another link appears.  This link said "Apply to all".  Beneath was a list of jobs that I'm either qualified for or not, interested in or nay.   Butterflies in my stomach began to flutter, the open pit in my stomach began to tumble as I pondered the possibilities​ of what if??

So, I did it.... All 38 jobs... Instant apply.

I'm scared.

What if they hate me? What if they are serial killers? What if they gangstalk? What if somebody that I've victimized is there? What if I'm not qualified? Whatif I am?

Whew!

I leapped. I saw like 2 rejection emails so far 36 more to go...If they ever respond.

Pray for me?

I need job and housing Jesus.

Sincerely,

Leapped

The Intimidation Factor

Dear People,

Searching for gainful employment can be very "scary like" unless you have tons of experience and education.  In that case one would be so confident in themselves but reduced down to a very well educated frustrated person due to lack of random job offers.
For folks like myself who are forced to forge for nuts and berries out there in the Foresty Forest, we must now worry about the two legged and four legged predators that use job sites to stalk and or steal information from unsuspecting individuals.  This happened to my mother years ago.
In other words, be careful.
I'm thinking that networking in and out of season is another good way to find a safe place to land.

That's all for now

Ta-ta!

Me

Waiting is 80% Of The Battle

Dear Readers,

There is nothing. No help, no change, no direction. Nothing written in stone.
Just another waiting list.  Another list and another​ long line of violent people waiting to get me back for trying.
There's a culture of people who hate you for trying. You get another job they sabotage that.  You want unemployement, you are stalked.  You get housing, your house is ransacked or burned down. You have a relationship, people pounce on your partner, you have kids, they will be kidnapped.

Im bold enough to try anyway in hopes for peace and a chance to get back on my feet despite the warning signs.

I wish that I could live in a world where opportunity lived in a great place of expectation.  Where your prayers are answered and all is safe and beautiful.
But I don't
I'm on the street. Much of the happenings I don't see because I had a place to live and a car to drive.  So now I'm without those things, I see everything.  I hate living like this. I hate sleeping with one eye open, and looking over my shoulders.  I hate that I have to sit and wait for the next big set up. Or major attack.
All I have now is another waiting list. And more days to burn while waiting for my name to be called.

Sincerely,
Help?!

Dear Pandora's box,

Pan·do·ra's box

panˌdôrəz ˈbäks/

noun

1. a process that generates many complicated problems as the result of unwise interference in something.

Dear Readers,

While roaming around downtown Columbia
, there must have been a crack in the pavement that held Pandora's long lost box. 

And I steppt on it ... I stepped​ on it and

 broke it.  Then Out came the past.

  Dean man's bones, like the dancing dead in the thriller music video.

 stalkers, serial killers 

fully equipped with punch lines and emotional ties for "motivation " 

and the depressing movie grade "your gonna die today" themed music blarring 

Over their factory grade speakers.  They are coming out and I am going to disappear to get away from all that.

Us humans are some of the most self serving race. It's all about ME FIRST, ME ONLY!!!

My favorite line is "I got 99 problems and a B!+@# ain't one.  

I don't know how to be homeless and satisfied.  My life could very well be in danger. And all that's  needed now is to stay safe,
 need a home and I need to move on with my life.

We've all been victimized in this in one way or another. But man some do not know how to let stuff go.

I have to.

Sincerely,

Waiting on my ship to come sailing in.

Last night..

Dear Readers,

Last night I was blessed by the kindness of a stranger who opened their home to me.
That courageous man is going to heaven.
He slept in his recliner while I slept in his bed.  He didn't ask for anything, just that I'd be comfortable.
Now I need another blessing tonight.  The winter shelter only opens when the temps are below 40 degrees....It's going to be about 43.
The seasons are changing so that calls for warm/cold weather.  It rains, it warms up and then the temps drop.  It snowed a bit last week. Today the temp is supposed to reach 74.

I wonder If there is a hiring freeze??
The same employers post the same positions on the available job sites.
I wait. That's all I can do.

Sincerely,

Limmie Boyd

Nowhere to go

Dear Readers,

The temperatures have risen high enough of close the winter shelter HOOORRAAYY!!! Now that means that all of us homeless people will have to literally sleep on the street tonight.  Which park bench shall I choose?

Sincerely,
:-/.
Work all day and this is the thanks I get..

No new jobs on the job sites. I've applied to them that I think I'm qualifed for.

Be thankful

Dear Readers,

There are certain sayings that we are raised to abide by.  These proverbs are meant to give us pause;
.....
, some sayings are just plain obnoxious.

1. Be careful of what you ask for, you just might get it.
2. Be thankful for what you have because there is always someone who doesn't have...and they might be less fortunate than you.
3. Be thankful for your health, because there is someone in worse condition than you....


OK...so.  I'm a little miffed right now.

                                                

The last time I wrote on this same subject as a home-less person, the same exact thing happened.
An elderly man, who happens to be a double amputee, either had a stroke or he's severely incontinent and unable to provide self care, lost his bowels in a parking lot.
After he was taken by ambulance, to receive medical attention,   his chair was left behind.
As the EMT's were preparing to take him by ambulance, I walked by him, he had an uncomfortable smile on his face.  Kinda like Ha! I got you!!! and why Lord???
The "chair in the parking lot", holds many a story for major cities through out the US.

Word on the street is, that this man may be able to be placed some where.  If he is, is he going to be able to stay?  I hope so....

Sincerely,

Annoyed

(wheel-chair in the parking-lot *incert base violin here*....duhh duuuh dummmmmmmm knock knock. chiii chii hough hough)

Dear me

O gracious,

It's snowing. The first snow of 2017 for Columbia SC that I remember.  It's cold. It's wet.
I'm on my way to work and one bus has been missed. Thank God I have a place to go to. I'll be at work all day then it's on to round two of trying to find a police officer to escort me to the winter shelter this evening.
It'll be over soon ...

Still looking for gainful employment.  A few places are holding job fairs and open hiring events.

I feel like I'm doing something wrong here. There was a time when we could communicate with potential employers once an application was completed.  Now all we have is luck and chance and connections.
The job that I have now I had to beg for. It only pays so much but sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

Sincerely,
Chilly

Off the dark corner.

Dear Councilor,

I'm now on the inside.
I've been frisked...
I feel like a brand new woman.

Off to sleep hopefully for another power packed day of scanning stuff and sneezing pollen and money dust.

P.s I miss my sister. I didn't know her but she gave me enough of her  to keep me in stitches.
I keep hearing her voice and the funny things that she used to say...

Where she lives Christ is the king!!
I pray that the Lord will let me see his face too...

Night,
Me

Homeless in South Carolina

Dear Councilor,

After working hard all day with no where to live and the only option being "the Winter shelter" I am now sitting outside in the middle of the road trying to get in. The only way to gain acceptance into the shelter is by taking the shuttle or by police escort.  This information was not passed to me this morning. I was told that I could come back after work.  I got off at seven, the shuttle stops running at seven. So what's a homeless girl to do? I called the police and hopefully one will arrive soon. Hopefully I will be safe here outside. There are cars sitting across from the building. Pray for me.
I'm not scared, I'm sad.

Sincerely, me

Hi, I'm trying!!!

Dear Readers,

I'm trying my best to not feel like a complete bum, although I am.  Do I accept my circumstances? No, but I'm "riding the wave", or "going with the flow" some would say.

The shelter or the Biltmore of the shelter's here in the Carolinas gave word that my time there had come to an end.  I was given a note that said so.  Verbally it was told that I could return in 7 days.  Well chaps, those 7 days have come and gone.   Today I called to be put back on the list for a bed and was told that now I have to wait 30 days from now.

We went from seven to thirty...Shrug, snear oh well!!

       Wait, what???!!!!!! Omg and so at the last minute.
My days at the death motels, along with what money I had, have both come and gone along with that poltergeist feeling that we get when we sleep in the same beds that many have died in...

My bed was floating on cloud niiiiiine.

When I move you move, just like that!!!!

(Things move when post mortem DNA has contaminated some surfaces)

A little post mortem humor folks.

Now I need to eat onions, lots of onions. And swallow several doses of actemenophen.
Which are treatments for kuru and poltergeist feelings.....Dear God, I'm contaminated.

So my rejection letter sent me to the basement of homeless shelters.  Hopefully I won't contract that terrible lung disease like last time.

I am greatfull for a place to crash for tonight. I have to figure out tomorrow night....Pray for me.

Also, the rejection staff works here too... Who'd thunk ?
I swallow my pride and go on.  It is humiliating and humbling....

I work at a grocer and will be eating onions so I don't die...

Sincerely,

 been bamboozled,

Indeed? What?

Dear Councilor,

In a land before time, texting was popular and noseyness was even more. I was advised not to text in public because people are curious.

Now that all man kind has access to the Almighty cellular phone, it would seem that the maturity level of certain individuals would increase.  However, it has not.
 Some people catch crabs. I have looky loos...

Not sure why anyone would like to know who Im texting and to whom I text to.

Current findings would see that I am still looking for work.  I'm looking for this work on indeed.com.
General consences has come to the conclusion that I will never find a job on indeed.com.

Not sure why ...
Does anyone?

Stuck

Dear Readers,

I am frustrated.  This systematic beast that has my life in its jaws is killing my ginsana.
 Life is hard when you're homeless.  Life is hard for the poor.
Today I'm kicked out of the homeless shelter.  Today I was told that I've gone through the program and I did not do enough ...
Today I was given a mouthful of pre-programmed bull shit answers to my questions and a shrug.
While in the "program", I was told to get a job or you will be asked to leave.
OK, I did that.
I was told to attend classes. I did but it wasn't enough for me to attend classes. I also had to find a job at the same time.

Hate to say this readers but, when going for one, the other must be sacrificed.
Job or roof over head???
Roof over head, can't find job.
Find job, no roof over head.

So now have to stay in motel until I can go back to the shelter for 30 days...
After 30 days...I go back to the motel in hopes that what I make on the job, covers me for the following 7 days that were exhausted while working and being responsible.

Round and round we go.

Sadly, I've been through this before.  Even sadder, the same exact people are there Everytime I have been there.

THE SAME PEOPLE ARE THERE!!!

Some of us grew up together.  I was homeless during childhood and my teenage years.

This shelter recycles people.
The only jobs that we can get are low paying ready labor jobs.

I hate everything about the system.

Sincerely,.
:

Follow The Leader

Dear Reader,

Life is short, so let's party down!!
How, you ask?  By becoming a Leader with a capital letter L.

L is for Leader
L stands for Senior Level Marketing Project Coordinator.
L is for stuffing envelopes
L stands for CEO of the up stairs level of something greater than any normal grocery bagger can handle.

Them leaders have the power to order lunch from B level restaurants to feed their subordinates office food twice a week.
They command office parties.

Everyone is afriad of them.

They plant money in your bank account and stalk your bank accounts to gather data on how many times one can eat at Bojangles in a solid week.
  They have access to your accounts because they are in loving rich guy fellowship with the bankers son or daughter (girl power). Or they are just professional stalkers.

L is for the looser you become when their wives show up to check out the competition and you are it with your hemp made kakis and garbage pale shoes and there she is over dressed and trying to hard.

Lastly, is for 1O10101010010101111100001011010102001011101/1/1/1/010110010101010101000001011101010110

Signed,
I'm scared 👜

Misfit

Dear councilor,

      Have you ever been the wrong personality type for the job that you had to take out of desperation because nothing on your resume says that you are worthy of ever doing anything else?

I'm a square peg, in a round hole...

Not that I am trying to fit in, but being socialable is a part of the job culture.

There is an age group that is still apart the running and jumping crowd.
There are others my age, that can still relate, they just move  slower.

There is the older crowd..They are confident in who they are and are too busy being over it. So where do I fit??

In the square hole with the other square pegs....

I need an office job, pronto!!!!

Sincerely, me the fismit.

P.S I really need to be rescued from this homeless shelter.  This place isn't for anyone...😥☕

Sharing private information

Dear people who are Reading,

While broke and homeless and sitting in the library with thee others I started thinking as I often do when there is nothing to do and nowhere to go, about the passsssst.

What came to mind? 

Social security numbers, addresses, bank accounts and court and job applications.

Why do employers require SSN before we fill out tax information? Before background checks?

For safety, since my nakedness is being passed around Columbia, I placed a red flag on my credit report, changed my phone number and renig on sharing my personal address if the application allows.

Flashback...

My cousin was in court and the judge read her address, people started to write her address down and she said 

"Lord, he exposed my nakedness!!"

I was asked by a judge during my own session for my SSN and I wispered, " I can't tell you." The judge asked why, I replied " because I'm embarrassed!" 

The judge blushed and apologized.

I pay for meals with a debt card and found that my balance shows on the receipt.

A cab driver so far has stolen money. A waiter also...

It's better to pay with cash...