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