As someone who has to work for a living and stays in her feelings, work can be rough. But I don't always have the luxury of tending to my feelings during working hours. I know I'm not alone!
During my search a woman posing as a major online job board representative gave me the bells and whistles for a staffing position. She sent over a job description, interview questions, FAQ, and contract. Great right?Fast forward 6 months of training and waiting for payroll documents and I start to get nervous. Then shit hits the fan. Western Union transfers begin. Confused?
Throughout the summer, I had been seeing a therapist. Because there is a super black woman complex, I was ashamed that I couldn't just pray, take a nap and do what I needed to do. However after many strong suggestions and sleep deprived nights, I got into an Uber and sat down on that comfy couch to cry in front of a stranger.