My job interview caused a stroke

As some may know, I am working on my PhD right now and juggling a family and other responsibilities, so it is safe to assume that I am pretty sharp about certain things.

Image by! Yes there is a but! I analyze myself daily and I know exactly how I work, how I think, and how I react. Job interviews are not the best settings for me to shine. Lol The last interview I had was so horrible I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry it was so
funny and devastating. It was a phone interview. I know you are thinking. Really? A phone interview? I can do that on the toilet while smoking a blunt? Well, as I said before, job interviews are not the the optimum settings for me to shine, it’s like the clouds are generating some serious shaderade on a sistah.

I won’t go into the entire interview, but they asked whether I had any programming experience, and I have but I think I suffered an anxiety-stroke attack ( made up condition) that shut down my brain and just anythang  fell out of my mouth. “I sponsored a Diva Day.” Soon as the words Diva and Day fell out of my mouth I knew these people thought I was crazy. Then they wanted me to elaborate on the nonsense, but I think they just wanted some entertainment. They knew it was ridiculous, I knew it was ridiculous, why continue highlighting this critical mistake? I explained that “Diva Day” was a Friday appreciation day for the office. I decorated the tables pink and black and brought cakes and other sweets for us to snack on all day. I boosted morale and it gave the staff an excuse to eat devil’s food for eight hours.

Y’all, those people were speechless!!!! and ready to get off that phone so quick after that explanation. I guess I can’t blame them, I’m from the deep south so I sound very different from what they are used to here in California. (Silly Southern Gal)

For the prudes, sometimes I make up my own words or spellings because its my blog and I can do that, OK, thank you!




At least once in your life you will drop every thing and walk out of the door, without caring if the door hits you in the assets. What a grand, unadvised step to take considering the economic pit falls.However, there is this overwhelming moment while sitting at the desk trying to address every client and ensure that reports are submitted by imposed deadlines. Its a rather tedious job, being a social worker and all. Home visits, transporting children to their parent visits, and trying to control foster parents who are, most of the time, crazier than the natural parents. When I walked out the office, followed by my EX supervisor, I yelled….I’M FREE…at the top of my lungs. It felt great! I may be job hunting for awhile, but there was no way I could remain in such a hostile working environment without having a psychotic break.

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We think of addiction and we automatically reference methamphetamine or cocaine. In this case, the television series, Scandal, has not only drawn our attention, it has manifested into an addiction that draws in television watchers from multiple demographics in the United States. Have you noticed the arousal that spreads on your Facebook.  We…yes me as well, are closely following Scandal’s Facebook page to interpret what will happen on each episode. Are you referring Thursday nights as Scandal nights, and have your alcoholic beverage ready until Scandal graces your wide screen television? There is a population of women and men who were torn to pieces after the season finale. I almost died thinking about the long hiatus we have to endure until fall. This is just not fair. These actors and actresses don’t need a break. We are suffering an addiction that will resort to watching season’s one and two on Amazon until we are graced with the suspense of our Scandal.

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Psychological Warfare and Hostile Working Environments

Psychological Warfare and Hostile Working EnvironmentsHave you ever worked with hard core co-workers who were hell bent on making your life a living hell? Well I have had the dishonor of experiencing a hostile work environment for the first time since relocating to California. I have always had great supervisors until working at this particular agency.

Psychological Warfare

I recently resigned after two years of  hell on earth. It was the epitome of psychological warfare. As a professional woman, I have never been subjected to such unprofessional idiots since I began my career in social services. The strategic planning of firing disliked employees was ridiculously childish, and the absence of compassion was deafening. Every single day I wanted to claw at their wretched eyes with dirty fingernails, but instead I did what I was told like a good little disgruntled employee. Let me introduce you to the cast of hell-on-earth:

The CEO:

A scarecrow looking as$ btch who thought it was a great idea to refer to social workers as btches during a staff meeting. I know you’re thinking, “scarecrow, really?” Well let me add this into the mix; the president looks like a raggedy Ann doll who repeatedly burnt the ends of her hair from falling asleep smoking. She looks more like an alcoholic than a president of a company.

The Boss:

A narcissistic btch who has absolutely no facial expressions and has to announce when she is excited. She is a compulsive liar, a sinister, yet brilliant strategist, and will lie repeatedly to benefit whatever bull shyt cause she is supporting. Charlie Brown looking btch!

The Idiot

This person is quit similar to the compulsive liar above, but she isn’t smart enough to be a strategist. I can describe her in two words: utterly imbecilic. In contrast to Charlie Brown, she has one specific mood that often makes her co-workers want to leap off the nearest cliff. She can only appear and act depressed. Where is the happiness? How can someone be such a btch and work in the social services industry? I’m pretty sure families that she serve are so tired of sadness and bitterness; they may also join her co-works over a cliff.

The Bitter Ex-employee

In conclusion, no matter how angry I feel toward the idiots at my previous workplace, revenge is something I have thought about, and  would never fulfill… I am too much of a lady. But that doesn’t mean I can’t dream about getting revenge. In the end, this rant means nothing, because it all leads back to the children. The scare crow looking as$ president was right about that, it is about maintaining the safety of children.

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