She debated hitting the accept button with the green check or the decline button with the red x. It wasn’t a mandatory meeting. Employees were “strongly encouraged” to attend. Even if it were mandatory, what would they do if she didn’t attend? Fire her? Yeah, right. It’s not like this were high school where she could get detention or demerits for not attending a function. This was work. The place she dragged herself to Monday through Friday so she could […]
Was I aware that all my emotional baggage could be tucked into a matching Samsonite luggage set including the tote, backpack, duffle, garment, and laptop bags? Of course. I wish the set could be Louis Vuitton, but homegirl does not have that type of disposable income.
More Than Enough: Claiming Space for Who You Are by Elaine Welteroth My rating: 3 of 5 stars Reading Elaine Welteroth’s memoir More Than Enough: Claiming Space for Who You Are (No Matter What They Say) was right on time. While I could certainly relate to her experiences of being a creative and independent child, failed romances when we really should’ve known better, and chasing dream jobs, Chapter 21: Burning Out, in particular, resonated with me. It led to a […]
I have the weirdest luck. Words have power so I don’t want to release into the Universe that if it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all, but it’s hard not to feel that way lately, especially after the recent, horrible traveling experience I had when I flew to the west coast. I lost a whole vacation day because due to a weather delay, stupid Alaska Airlines wouldn’t let me board my connecting flight in Portland, Oregon, […]
“Fuck your flight,” seemed to be the Lyft driver’s nonverbal message with his 45 mph driving even though we told him we were trying to catch a flight in a bit more than an hour. I knew I should’ve went straight to the airport from my place, but nooooo, I had this romantic notion of riding to the airport with my new boyfriend. So after a train and bus ride from Brooklyn to East Flatbush, here I was en route […]
For several months, I’d been on the hunt for plain cotton panties. By plain, I don’t mean boring and nondescript. I mean 100% cotton panties. Not a cotton blend. No nylon, lycra, polyester, spandex, elastane or whatever the fuck else is in underwear these days. Plain cotton, preferably with a print or pattern, like stripes, polka dots and animal print. Something cute or funky. I still wanted to feel sassy underneath my clothes, without it having to be a […]