2 Good 4 Words

College Grad Blues

miss2nice — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 15:47:37 +0000

¹con·fi·dence:noun: a feeling or consciousness of one’s powers or of reliance on one’s circumstances.

When you have self-confidence, you trust in, or rely upon, yourself. Possessing confidence in yourself means believing that you have the ability to become, achieve or acquire whatever you want. Sure sounds good eh?

If only things were so simple.

You can have all the self-confidence in the world and it wont guarantee that you’ll succeed. I want to be successful in this world but it seems every time I set out to accomplish something, I end up settling for less. Doors are slammed shut and I end up more depressed and disappointed then ever.

I got a college degree yet I still make less than $2,000 a month. Something is very wrong with the world lately. What’s the point of going to school to get a education anymore? There are no entry-level positions, and if there are most of them require 2 years of experience just to get your foot in the door. How am I supposed to get 2 years of experience if no one will hire me? I got a kick ass resume, 3 internships to back me up, and graduated Magna Cum Laude–yet it seems I’m just not qualified enough. I have a friend who has a Masters degree yet works at the Gap as a manager making $18,000 a year because he can’t find a job and now he’s stuck paying back $70,000 in student loans on his salary. I’m tired of hearing people complain about having to settle for a job in a field that they didn’t even got to school for just because it pays the bills.

He unfortunately is falling into a deadly trap:

Graduated from college -> can’t find job -> get’s low paying “temporary” job just to pay the bills -> starts to become complacent and falls into routine -> struggles to get out of routine but can’t because of accumulation of debt to finance lifestyle of escaping reality and impressing people with material possessions -> effectively becomes a slave to the job as it is needed to pay the bills-> looks foward to weekend to complain about job but does nothing and gets wasted to forget troubles-> gets depressed -> struggles to find meaning in life -> maybe gets a small promotion at temporary job by employer as an incentive not to quit -> hates waking up in the morning everyday but does it anyway to pay the bills -> makes other people’s lives miserable because his is -> rinse and repeat for 40 years -> lies on deathbed regretting life, wishing he could go back and change it all, and dies knowing that he can’t.

Oh God I don’t want that to be me, but I fear that I am becoming more cynical…

I got all the self-confidence in the world, and I’m living my life right so what is it that I’m doing wrong? A friend of mine said you gotta love what you do and be good at it. Well duh…. that’s a no-brainer, I love the field I studied but how will I ever be able to get into to it if there are no jobs?

Nappy and Unhappy?

miss2nice — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 03:14:16 +0000

“Does it itch?”

No dumbass. Instead of replying I silently shook my head no, confused as to why people assumed that my head must be itchy just because my hair is natural.

“It sure looks like it does….”

And the comments just keep rolling… You’d think she’d take a hint by now to stop talking.

“It looks dry. Why did you cut your hair off in the first place? Were you going through some angry black woman phase?”

There goes those damn questions again. Some people just don’t understand why a girl would want to have natural hair. I dunno why I cut off, I just felt like weave and relaxers just ain’t me. Could it be that I’m not ashamed of my curly coif? Or maybe it’s because I refuse to conform to the ideology that there’s only one type of beauty? I dunno what my reasons maybe but I love my hair. I look in the mirror and I see myself for who I am everyday, even when it looks a hot mess. So forget everyone else who doesn’t like it or can’t understand why I wear my hair the way I do. Nah bitch, it aint itchy, and nah I’m not an angry black woman, I’m just doing me, that’s all.

Why Are You Single?

mizzstoosh — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 17:01:22 +0000

Recently I was having a conversation with a guy and he said “so tell me, you seem like a very nice individual, very easy to get along with why don’t you have anyone special in your life?” You know whats crazy? I get that a lot! I mean A LOT! Meet people, women, men, even children and they ask that question in some form or another. Makes me wonder, why am i single? I am actually attractive, intelligent, pay my own way, can cook and cook well at that, so why am I by myself?……OK personally I think there are three main reasons for it….1. I probably was giving off the leave me alone vibe….doing it subconsciously because I wasn’t ready for a relationship and all that it entitles (i.e. lazy). Its a lot of work! I’m the type to go all out too, I’m talking going to the store for the groceries then to his place to cook, giving pedicures, washing hair, anything you ask for, type. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. All black men have the potential to be a king, you just have to know how to wear the crown. So unless he’s worth it (i.e. rocking that crown right)….why bother. 2. Just haven’ t met someone whose ready for me. Its as simple as that, I’ve been actually told before that by someone I was involved with and no dude wasn’t just playing me, he was sincere with it and I can respect that. Also I can sense when I guy who is feeling me realizes he’s not ready for me. I feel it in the air, all of a sudden he looks at me differently, tilts his head to side as if he thinking; “damn this girl is the truth, something special bout her, but I just don’t got the energy to put in the type of work she’ll require me too. Oh well, hey look over there at that girl, yeah she seems dumb as rocks but %*&! I’m not going to have to work too hard for that. I’ll come back to this when I’m ready.” I swear, I see the look in their eyes! I can hear their thoughts! So my advice to all those brothas out their looking for something real, get off your lazy ass and put some work into it! Yeah, those bucket heads are quick, easy, fun but just like cheap food, you’ll get tired of it quick and when you want that plate of mac and cheese (from scratch!) baked chicken and biscuits……you gonna find it in front of a white man!

Warm Chicken Noodle Soup

mizzstoosh — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 15:10:00 +0000

Yea, so Michelle and Barack….Am I the only one who looks at them in complete admiration? That right there, that’s real love. I look at them and I feel like I just had some warm chicken noodle soup. You know that warm, comforting, its cold and raining outside but I’m laid up in bed under a quilt so I’m good feeling? Yeah that’s the feeling I’m getting when I look at those two. I want to be a Michelle to a Barack, a Claire to a Heath-cliff. Black love is a beautiful thing. Now I’m not knocking anyone of a different race, don’t get me wrong but to see a black man and woman in love doing their thing, gets me in my soft spot each and every time. That’s the main reason why even though the boobs and the lips have plenty of white men circling the house, I can’t go there. But that’s another topic for another day. I debated puting this in here, being that this is a blog of a duo (me and the sis) and I really don’t want the fam up in my business; but a blog is never really all that good until you get personal. That being said,…..I, yes I, Miss Stoosh, the one everyone thought was always too uppity, too saddity, and well of course stoosh, have met someone recently. Someone who has me overdosing on the warm chicken noodle soup. I know, I know, hell must have frozen over. I was always the cynical, overly sarcastic, brothas aint $%*! type lol. But I have to admit, dude has me nervous, actually shut me up a couple of times….and I’m the type to ALWAYS have some slick or smart thing to say. Brotha got me beaming so bright, my friends have nicknamed me “Sunshine”. So sistah, I know you’re reading this, that’s the reason I’m cheesin all the time, so you can stop giving me the side-eye, lol. I’m not up to no good, I’m just enjoying my warm…chicken..noodle..soup….mmmmmm.

So Im thinking maybe it’s me…

miss2nice — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 04:22:33 +0000

I actually lost my job the other day, for no appearant reason. I’m already over it tho. One good thing came outta that job though, I found that I like to blog. So here it is. Let’s start with my job..

So you’ve probably never heard of this company before, PayMoTech…. short for pay mobile technologies, ( yeah…what the hell do they do?) well anyways, that was my last place of employement as of friday… i need to jump off on a tangent for a second–I dont think companies should let their employees work all day and then fire them, that is some bull shit, I was totally unsuspicious of the fire M plot that was undfolding around me. But neways I digress–back to me talking about my job, I started out as an intern(unpaid garbage) and somehow (clevery) scored myself a paid position.

My job role was kinda confusing. I dont think anyone really understood what the hell it was that I did anyway, I was technically the “Marketing Assistant” a title I gave myself. One thing I did do( extremely well by the way) is write all of the content on blog.yackiemobile.com. Yeah some boring shit. The messed up part is I created a new kick ass header the day I was fired. For no appearant reason by the way. I was kinda having a lousy week already, my car broke down and a I stupidly trusts a crack head to fix it-long sotry short, he stole my car radio got stolen, and to top it off I was broke. Ahhh but alas, everything happens for a reason. I did end up getting a new job the same day I lost mine–less than 2 hours later– and it wouldnt have happened if I didnt need a ride home. I dunno, maybe it’s me…