Dear Seekers of Life,

Do you see this picture???

This is what my life looks like as of now.  This highly muscular and violent man is backing this powerful woman against the wall... I hope she wins!!

Or perhaps the woman is egging him on and he has to show her his muscle to prove that hes not as slow as she thinks he is....I hope he wins!!

Entrapment.

I am ready to fight in the worst way right now!!!

All I can say is buyer beware!  

Sincerely,

Limmie

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