It has become an ongoing trend in my life. Really don't know why I even become surprised anymore. Despite this damn blog I really am a nice non-confrontational considerate young lady. I help out anyone that needs it at work. I take the initiative and am driven, as well as a go-getter. I dress well and the shoe game is on lock. Most of my coworkers/supervisors adore me and I truly enjoy my job. Which I am starting to think is the problem.
Unbeknownst to me there is always a bitter old black woman lurking in between the filing cabinets...watching...studying...hating...FOR NO REASON!!! She has been working her job for too long and takes it too seriously. She's a crab in a polyester suit that hates to see any young black woman surpass her. O she'll befriend you and even give you advice. But let your eager motivated ass get some type of recognition or advancement then she wants no parts of you. It never fails that I always get caught up. But what gets me is that every time Moses' sister wants to start trouble with me its for THEE dumbest reasons in the world. It legit boggles my brain that me using 3 pumps of soap to wash my hands instead of 2 warrants the world ending. Why are you clocking my soap usage anyway? Is there a soap tax that comes out of your check? Do I tell you your bengay is stinkin up the office? Or that your Depends is clearly full? Or to re-up on your fixident because your dentures make a rattling sound when you talk? No, I don't. I let you live. So let me be great.
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