All These Flavors

 

It’s 4:55am… and i’ve been up since 3:30 🤷🏽‍♀️… talmbout the early bird… 

I just went through and responded to all of my unread emails📨 , all from recruiters… Hopefully, one of them will help me land another gig this week. 

Last night was a blast ‼️… 

Mr. Airbnb, Ms. E, Ms. Straightgurl and me were all in the dining room, chatting, drinking, politicking, etc… (is that even a word and is it used right 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Ms. E is the sweetest 🍭… she said I sent her a text a while ago that truly touched her… 😍… it was with regards to helping her increase her earning potential. She had shared with me some insights into her career and I was immediately drawn to be of service…. I’ve successfully done this before many times for many different people……. but this is the FIRST time anyone ever saw it as meaningful and as impactful as I know it is. She thanked me in advance 😍… 

The last person I did this for was for Ms. Nigeria. She went from making 80k a year to 160k a year in less than 30 days (I believe 30 days is enough time to reach most goals). During the process she was super present, texting me all day, occasional face-times, emails, etc… But once she got where she was going, she went radio silent 🤐… I don’t even recall a thank you. 

The only reason I am not salty is because I feel people of color deserve more support and more direction than we generally get. Plus, I have been gifted with this ability to earn and therefore I MUST use it and share it…. With that said, being appreciated (never mind being thanked in advance) makes me feel like a champion 🏋🏽‍♀️ and fuels me to work that much harder to reach the goal…  I gotchu Ms. E! 😉

Last note on earning potential:… Ms. Nigeria likely feels like she has arrived 🏁 … and therefore doesn’t need me any more… but what she doesn’t know, is how abundant life can truly be. 160k a year is awesome but it isn’t even the tip of the iceberg when it comes to earning potential…. I could have given her the type of direction and ideas which create actual wealth… she may or may not ever know this…. honestly, if she came crawling back to me i’d likely still help her…🤷🏽‍♀️ just because “we” as a people deserve it… 

Moving on, I will be taking Ms. E to her new job this week… ☺️ so exciting!!… her training is in Virginia but right on the border of NC so not too far. Yesterday was my first time picking her up. I felt like the momma who didn’t want her kid to be the last one picked up from school… Quitting time was at 4pm and I was parked by 3:59pm 🤣😂… Yes I can be that anal and type A at times… 🤷🏽‍♀️

Ms. Straightgurl rode with me… my mad dash to ensure she was picked up timely was simply because I wanted her to feel loved, supported and taken care of… 🫶🏽

Flashback:

I’m reminded of the time when my uncle, now known as Mr. Vagrant Whistler… neglected to pick me up from primary school… My mom was working a double or maybe even a triple shift and she asked my uncle to pick me up from school. 

I was so young that I recall not knowing my house phone number ☎️. I had to be somewhere around 6 or 7. Anyway, school let out. I waited and watched while all the other kids got picked up. I watched the janitors clean and then turn off lights… it got so late that it was very dark outside and the only people in the building were me and my teacher. 

She called the police and eventually a white male officer came to pick me up. He let me ride in the front seat although I had no idea about where I was going… I recall being super quiet but I was kind of a super quiet kid in general… 

We pulled up to an unfamiliar house in an unfamiliar neighborhood. He guided me to the front door and rang the bell. A black lady answered… she and the cop exchanged a few words and then the cop said goodbye and left me in the strangers care. I was there for a few days, maybe 3 or 4 before I was returned home. 

I later learned that the police had put me in foster care and charged my mother with neglect… a ding that appeared on her record well into my adulthood. All thanks to uncle Mr. Vagrant Whistler 🙄😠… whenever I attempted to bring it up to him, when I got a few years older, he just denied the whole thing and walked away… Then on my 16th birthday (before I even got my license) he gifted me with a brand new 1996 Mitsubishi Eclipse in the color “silver gray pearl”. Guilty much? lol… 

Those were the days… riding to school in my fancy new whip… I put a ghetto system in the trunk that knocked like hell… all of this didn’t help me make more friends at school though, lol🤣… more on my highschool days another time… 

Flash Forward: 

I texted Ms. Mexicana the ritual “Good Morning” but she hasn’t responded 🙄… Salty from yesterday probably because she called me twice and I didn’t answer… but damn, I told her I was ordering food and that’s all I was trying to do…. but she kept interrupting by calling me… i didn’t end up chatting with her hence today’s salt… 

Anywho, Ms. Straightgurl just got up to prepare for her workout…. Ms. Duchess is looking me dead in the eyes and whining 🐶👀🙄… 

Time to make the doughnuts… 

‘Nique