...is something I say at least once a week. Generally, I say it to others as a joke. The reality is that I could probably stand to look inward and do the same thing. So, I am fresh off of a hellacious day at my job. The reality is that I have told the truth and shamed the devil--to myself.
Everybody's truth is different and your own personal truth can change everyday. The real talk for me is that I hate my job. I have been dancing around this for a minute. I am a fancy clerk. Nothing wrong with being a clerk if that is what it says on your ID. It ain't what it says on mine. My other truth is that I am sensitive. Something I am trying to work on. Even though I am sensitive, I still can tell when someone is inappropriate.
The "tell the truth" for me is that I do not like being a woman in the workplace. I do not like how other women behave in the workplace. I am exhausted by dealing with "girl shit." I am no angel and I have girlshit too--but I at least try to hang on to mine.
The workplace appears to be where people's issues meet their actions and expressions. I need to get off my arse and get moving on turning my dreams into reality. So, to all you ranters, ragers, haters and naysayers--THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. You got a chick moving.
