I had a job interview yesterday, my part-time job offered me a full-time position during the holidays, and just this morning I received a phone call and have an interview next Tuesday. God is truly looking out for me, and I couldn’t be happier. Financially, it’s still a struggle, but I’m making it work. I’m just very thankful that I have understanding creditors and understanding people in my life.
I was talking with one of my linesisters last night, and during our conversation, I shared that “Pride is a very dangerous thing.” It causes us not to ask for help when we need it most; I think I alluded to this during my last job hunter post. For the longest time, I only told a handful of people about my situation. And I have to be honest, even when I went to Atlanta and saw some of my old classmates, I told a fib to the one or two that asked what I was doing in DC. Why? It was still a struggle for me to admit my situation. I also shared with my friend Kelley how (most) Blacks are taught to “not put family business in the streets”. That thinking has hurt us more times than not because it causes us to not seek assistance when we really need it.
We have a habit of making others think everything is good because that’s when people will stick by you and when things are great. When you’ve fallen or things are not as great as they once were, you see who your real friends are. I am happy to say that the people who were with me when times were good are still with me now that things are not so good. Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city.