The lowly migrant worker
I want to quit the extra job I had taken on to ”train” myself for grad school. I want to just send him(my boss) a text telling him that I will never be coming back to his school. But, when it comes down to it…I could never do that to him(even though he doesnt deserve that much) and the little suga babies. GOD….I want to though.
I like him(my boss), but I feel like he totally takes advantage of my attachment to the students. He is a new business owner and has A LOT to learn. Which, should be evident to him, considering his turnover rate. I find myself borrowing his damn troubles and stressing out over them. And Trust this…that is the last thang I should be doing.
I dont ever really think of me as the type of person who doesn’t put herself first. My moto(or really justification for everything) is that “I owe it to myself”. I use this all the time. when i see a pair of glasses i want. when i see a fabulous scarf. when i see a mouth watering bag. when i upgrade my plane tkts to first class. or just when any other little pleasure crosses my way that i want to exploit. however, when it come to serious decisions, like my sanity and being overworked, i cannot seem to muster the balls to just say ‘no’.
even now as i write i’m getting livid. I should just tell him, I’m sorry that you can’t keep teachers and want to stress me out picking up the slack, but it’s not my problem. If your going to use me like I’m some lowly migrant worker, you need to understand this. I do not need the money! I am a DIVA by D, and I will never put your selfish interests before my selfish interests.
I’m all about the hard work yall! I love it. there’s nothing more satisfying to be than throwing your all into something worth while. but uh uh. this feeling, no, i can do without. and the only reason i’m torturing myself day in and day out is because i love my little suga babies there!!
i have now said all I need to say about that.
Have a good day yall!
