Saturday, March 24, 2012

Bitter Sweet Good-byes

I didn’t get to write about this before, but there was a job I’d interviewed for last year and I was finally offered the position this year. I did write about last year being my hardest year financially. I was let go from my job, but I still had the responsibility of feeding myself and paying my rent. While I’m glad it gave me a reason to break free from retail and start looking for fulfillment in my career, it put a major strain on my finances. I really stepped out on faith throughout the whole ordeal.

The reason I feel I lost my job in the first place was because I was perhaps too honest with my employer. I’d already been through several interviews with that company and of course I thought it was only a matter of time before I was offered the position. So I felt confident enough to tell my District Manager at the time that I was looking for other opportunities. Lesson learned. I won’t ever do that again. Because after I did that, my DM began pressuring me about my last day and then finally just told me she would assign me one (Fired). Ultimately, the position I’d been interviewing for closed, but they told me to “keep in touch”. And here I was without a job. Filing for unemployment became a fight because they said I quit and I said I was fired. It took a month and half to get my unemployment. I’d been scraping by and borrowing money for my bills.

Then I got the bright idea to go back to the temp agency I’d worked for when I moved back to Tulsa after college. And that’s how I ended up here. In this wonderful office full of welcoming and wonderful people who totally spoiled me even as a temp. I loved it. But I always felt that this was temporary and I still had dreams about the other job. I told people I believe that job is mine.  I’d even had a dream I was working in that office.  I had other interviews, but nothing stuck with me like that place.

Even though I was happy with my work environment, I was ultimately bored with the actual work load and the position didn’t pay nearly enough for me to handle my financial obligations. I began asking my supervisor about a permanent position because I figured I would get an increase in pay once I became permanent. She told me she wasn’t sure about a permanent spot being available but would let me know and was pretty sure I wasn’t getting booted anytime soon.  With the uncertainty of my position here, I continued to look for other jobs and while searching on the internet one day I noticed that the position I’d interviewed for the previous year had become open again. So I got on the ball and emailed them. It began the meeting process once AGAIN.

And while I was having lunches and meetings with them the permanent offer came through at the temp job…. And the pay was only .50 higher than what I was making as a temp. Womp Womp. What to do? I didn’t know about the other job and it had fallen through once before. I didn’t want to turn this down and be without a job once again. My supervisor gave me the offer and I politely said, “I’m going to take this and think about it.” She was puzzled because I’d been asking for this for a couple months now and I didn’t jump at the chance to sign the offer letter.  Again, I was completely honest. I have a hard time lying, which is a good thing. And like the great person she is, she went through the pros and cons with me. A major con being how long they’ve made me wait. And after speaking with someone in the other office, I decided to accept the offer I was given. A month later, I was finally offered the position I’d been praying for.

So here I am on my last day of work.  It’s totally bitter sweet leaving here, but I’m leaving with great connections. It feels really good to leave a place on a good note.  I’ve never had that experience before. I always couldn’t wait to be done with a place. But I’ve gained more insight to what I do want and need in a career and was given time to figure that out. All in all God gets all the glory. That moment when realize that God has answered your prayers is very sobering. 

Friday, March 23, 2012

Wait a minute....

Something awesome that turned into something hilarious turned into something that had me in deep thought. In the office where I worked they have season tickets to the OKC Thunder games. I always thought this was really cool because I am a basketball fan, but I began there as a temp and I didn't want to overstep my boundaries by asking for any tickets. By the time I actually became a permanent employee all the tickets had been scooped up.

One day I get a call on my desk phone from one of my co-workers I joke around with occasionally asking if I wanted to join him, his girlfriend and another co-worker for a game because their 4th had dropped out. I was like yeah! I didn't think about the hour and a half ride down to OK City or even about kicking it with people I'd never hung out with outside of work. At the end of our call he says, "Don't worry, Steve is gonna pay for everything." And I'm thinking yeah right whatever.

Now the ride was fine. Everyone was trying to make the most of what little we had to talk about on the way. I  didn't feel pressured to make conversation, but I felt I should at least try to contribute.

What could I bring up that's in pop culture?

"Have you guys seen the ratchet girl anthem?" followed by me trying to explain with examples ending up looking like a stereotypical black chick.

Nope.

"Hey so did y'all see Whitney's funeral? What did you think?"

Nope. Um...

So I didn't say any of that stuff. But I tried to at least comment on things they were talking about.

OH did I forget to mention that I am the only black person in the car? A fact that I am increasingly becoming more aware of.

Then we get to the game and I try to forget that I look like the token black person in a group of non-blacks. The game was freaking awesome by the way as were our seats. I was just happy to be there. And I was having fun with Steve. Then when we decided to grab a bite to eat and I pulled out my wallet to pay and Steve said, "Oh, I got it." I felt a shift. Is this....a date?

Did I get bamboozled into a date? I think I did!

Walking back to the car after the game our other co-worker says, "Dude! Get her door!" More date like behavior. And guys even though I realized that this may have been a date I was still in Hanging with the Co Workers mode. And I was knocked out the entire way home.

As I got dropped off to my car, Steve hurried to get my door on his own this time and I said, "Well thanks for inviting me guys. That was so much fun. See you in the morning." Steve kinda hesitated like he didn't know whether to hug me or get my car door or what. It was weird.

So the next day my suspicions were confirmed by my supervisor when I said, "I kinda feel like it was a double date." She said,"Oh it was. You just didn't know about it." Excuse me?! Ok, just shake it off. It's fine.

And while I did have fun I think the game was a huge factor in it all. I was on cloud nine y'all! Even though I've always said I'm an equal opportunity dater, I've never really hung out with many other races like that. So as for dating, I've just never had that experience. But throughout the night I felt like I was almost holding back my true self. Which is a total no no. I can't live my life like that!

I mean, I'm in no way the most around the way girl if you know what I'm saying. However, I love black culture. I graduated from an HBCU. My high school was almost like a mini HBCU. I don't have ANY close white friends. Yet I love all people and am open to new things. I just feel that I have to be completely comfortable with a person who I am letting into my personal space. That cultural barrier is one that is just ONE MORE hill to get over on top of all the male - female stuff you gotta break down.

So I'm just wondering how is that these kind of relationships work? Could it be that this is just not for me?