Lets see, this week has proven to be very educational. Its been one of "Those" weeks that you hear about. Before I get into it I want to tell momma, thank you for making me the woman I am today.
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On Monday
I had to leave work early because both of my front tires decided to fall apart on me. That was fantastic, and as I sit here typing this I thought about what mom says to me, " The Lord has you exactly where HE wants you to be."
On Tuesday
I was the early person at work and because the kids are sick at work, I ended up leaving early again, so now in two days I have worked 11 hours....Yay... but like mom tells me, "failure is not an option, you can NOT give up...."
On Wednesday
I go to WAWA and get my 16oz coffee, newspaper, and guide....Like I do every Wednesday. I was early to work so I sat in the parking lot looking for more or a better JOB. Circled a few and came across this, personal assistant job. I looked over it a few times called and got the interview for that day. Yay me!!!Interviewed and the job sounded a bit unorthodox but it was a job with major money. "Good things come to those who wait"
On Thursday
EVERYONE is sick. So no work! This is terrible. The dude with the PA job calls and wants to meet again. The more I find out about the job, the more I realize its not a ....hmmm....how do I put this ....Its kinda like be quiet and be pretty job. . . I don't know how to do either task. But I figure I should find out more information about the "job" and see if it is worth trying to get. I wanted to make sure I wasn't letting my nerves or my fear cloud my judgement. " Cassey girl you can do anything, you only hold you back"
Be quiet and look pretty?
On Friday
Go to work, Yay, but ended up being the early person so lost hours AGAIN. Met the perspective employer and my gut was right. This was not a DEVIL WEARS PRADA kind of assistant job. . . it was more like the HBO series, "HUNG", personal assistant. Which got me thinking. No thank you, and that night mom gave me two nuggets of wisdom, " It doesn't matter how pretty you wrap it up, BS is BS, and this is a load of it. {mom curses and I don't but you lose the pow power calling it something else, so I compromised.} And the perspective employer took my standing on my values and principles as playing hard to get continued to try, this made me think of something mom had said a few days before, mom said, "Cassey, we don't chew our cabbage twice," ....Do what? I love moms wisdom. {later she told me that it was saying we don't repeat our selves, no means no, not maybe, sometime, possibly in the future.}
What is wrong with people now a days. I am in my late twenties, {tear} and am starting over for the 3rd time {sob}, but no where, no way, no how, did I ever think or consider that job as, Okay. Are there really that many women in the world that value their selves so little that they really would jump on that kind of opportunity. I really don't understand. I know that most women between 20 and 35 make mistakes and misjudgements, but, you would pretty much be selling your self to the slimmy, skanky, sleazy, devil. I think what was even more amazing was that this person was astonished that I wasn't all for the situation. It didn't make sense that I didn't have a price for my integrity, character, or values. What is the world becoming.
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This is the real life Barbie Doll. Is this what men want, is this acceptable and the new, "norm"
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Mother always says that the women in our family are big mouth broads...I understand that not everyone is like us but I really didn't think that the norm was throw some money, education, cars, homes, clothes, etc. at someone and they would sell out. I mean I am as busted as can be but I would rather be poor and busted and be able to look in the mirror, head high, and squared shouldered, than to have things, go places, and see things knowing I was just an object that could be bought or sold and would never be valued for the person I am or the wisdom I could offer a situation. I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror, and like momma says, I was a little older, and little wiser, and little poorer, but I was much, much, more confident and proud. I stayed true to the person I am.Mommy and Daddy, thank you for teaching me how to be a woman of morals and values. I can not be bought, compromised, nor wavered. I am as strong as the roots you have given me, and most of all I am blessed to be broke and busted, but Loud and Proud.
Well ya'll think on that. Let me know what you think.
Until next time,
God Bless
~Cassey and Nemo~
