“this is like the 4th job you’ve had where this has happened.”
my home vixen said this to me on the phone.
she was right.
well it’s probably been the 5th,
but whose counting.
an iconic phrase from “the color purple” rings true in my life:
so i got a text just now from a co worker from the last job.
the one where they wouldn’t hire me,
but were interviewing snow vixens in front of me.
well guess what?…
The fired the snow vixen they hired
she allegedly hated working there.
i loved it.
i don’t know what was wrong with her.
they didn’t train her either.
luckily for me,
i was trained and did an amazing job.
their hunger for white skin and blonde hair was their downfall.
the universe be looking out for me.
every time i think i’m replaced with someone “better”,
i learn that no replacement could ever be me.
that isn’t trying to be cocky,
but it’s the truth.
all the other jobs that did me wrong haven’t prospered either.
they’ve become revolving doors or shut the department down.
i work my ass off and folks try to play me each time.
lowkey: if they call me to fill in until they find someone else,
that check was lovely.