National Debt Contributors.

Now this is a road less traveled when it comes to posting blog entries.   However, I just felt I had to document it today because It is a blatant travesty that 48 yr old adults are much less adept at handling financial matters than some 20 yr olds.   As you may well know, I work for a bank and along came a true test of patience today.    The former (48 yr old) calls in about her account being severely overdrawn due in part to several overdraft fees assessed on the account.   These fees are a result of gross negligence.  The woman started going overdrawn on 7/16/2010 and just never bothered to check her account balance in the ensuing 2 weeks.   Here it is, I had a 20 yr old girl call me 2 days prior asking to check her balance just to make sure she did not go over the amount available to her.  Not only was she checking her balance she was comparing it against her check registry.  20 yrs Old with a baby voice and already financially adept wherein this 48 yr old could’nt’ be bothered to even keep tabs on her account.  This was her reply to me when I asked her about checking her balance “I simply work too many hours in the day.  I do not have time”.  

I mean are we serious?  This is but an example of the idiocy i encounter on a daily basis.  It’s also a reason why my struggle is so difficult when it comes to having patience.     Please pray for me that I might overcome these vices.

Random Train of Thought

 

Ignorance is BlissI am honestly trying to steer clear of posts about my professional life. Except I’m not finding that easy because I spend most of my waking hours here at the lab. I’m at the lab right now waiting for a recovery to be completed and hoping that once it’s done, I won’t have to hear any bitching and moaning from my client. I know I’m supposed to enjoy this coz it’s what I signed up for in college but sometimes it’s just a little frustrating. Sometimes I think people forget they’re dealing with human beings when they inquire about our services. You know while he’s laid up in his plush comfortable bed. I’m here in this lab freezing my ass off under the A.C. trying to push thru his critical data. And I’m pretty sure he’ll be one to have a complaint in the morning or even maybe 2 months down the line. When he complains that’ll be my queue to exit the building permanently.

 

Shit who am I fooling in this economy? Like Mica says “I’m gonna ride it till the wheels fall off” (kinda think she was talkin about sex) but my tone is pure innocence. I spoke to her last night and it felt great. We really have good conversations but I’m also stricken with A.D.H.D. So despite the great convo she offers, my mind tends to stray as does my attention. We’ll talk for 2 days only to end up arguing because I won’t answer some of her phone calls and I’ll probably stop calling. I lack focus.

But most of the time when I stop calling, it’s usually because I’m stressing about certain things in my life and I’m trying to get my ducks in a row. I’m always one to put things off until I can’t complete the task at hand. Then complications arise with the task at hand and it seems as if my entire existence is consumed with that particular mediocre iota of life.

The Authority on Motherhood

I went spastic earlier.   I was having a conversation with CH.   She tells me about how her mom (now 42) keeps her 10 year old brother at home (and out of school) to wait on her hand and foot.   I  can’t really understand how one would keep your offspring out of school when you have the luxuries of sending them to school free of charge.  

 

I think I almost burst into tears at the thought of that.   I’m  West Indian.   I’m not sure how the educational system is structured in modern day Jamaica, but I do know that My Mom had to  work her ass off to keep her 4 kids in school.   In Jamaica, we pay school tuition at any age.  Be it, kindergarten, Junior High or High School,  there is a cost associated with obtaining an education.    There are no such things as free text books and to add to the pot we all wore uniforms which of course have to be bought each year.    It was tough for my mom – a single mother –  to keep food on the table and pay tuition for 4 kids to go to school.   And here it is,  we live in a country where education is not only mandatory but also free and you have these DEAD beat women keeping their kids out of school to either: serve their every whim or to babysit siblings.   Honestly where’s the justice in that?  

Where the FUCK IS THE JUSTICE IN THAT?

 

 

How DO YOU LAY DOWN?  SPREAD YOUR LEGS AND POP 10 KIDS OUT

THEN ASK YOUR OLDEST CHILD TO RAISE THEM WHILE YOU LAY UP ON YOUR ASS DOING NOTHING  BUT CREATING THIS PERPETUAL REVOLVING DOOR FOR STRANGE MEN TO WALK IN, FUCK YOU AND LEAVE.     You’re like a fucking DRIVE THRU WINDOW at McDonalds,  easy and fucking convenient.  At 42 you would think you’d get a grip.  

 

Oh but let me calm down because at the end of the day you are someone’s mother.   If only I could look at you as such.   No you’re not her Mother SHE’S YOUR MOTHER.