Being Starkey is always an adventure waiting to happen. At least an adventure in my perspective, but that’s my opinion. I’m sure others may think that I am just this goofy nerd that loves writing and doing community service, but I digress from the Starkey stereotypes.
I’m currently working at my full-time job, but I am beyond distracted right now.
2:00 p.m. – clock in and on time.
3:00 p.m. – it’s time for the benefits meeting to discuss the merging benefits plans between my previous company and the new company. Oh the joy of benefits. There were a lot of numbers and explanation about information that I never really understood. I literally always chose the cheapest option and ran with it for the year. I barely ever changed my selections. As a black female in my late-twenties, I should actually start paying more attention to the process.
In the meantime of the hour long meeting, I’m getting texts from my sister about my little cousin that throws me leftfield.
4:00 p.m.—I’m literally sitting in the lobby trying to debrief myself from the mayhem going on in Summerville.
I need a shot of Jose straight. No chaser.
Luckily, some laughs and conversations with my co-workers keep me distracted from the craziness on the home front.
I go back to my desk to try to process some background checks. Yes, I fulfill background checks. No, I don’t check the backgrounds of the different men who enter in and out of my life (unless he gives me a reason to that is).
5:30 p.m. — the system goes down. What in the world!? So I pull out Demetria Lucas’s A Belle in Brooklyn to read until the system decides that it’s ready to function properly again. I’m currently on chapter “Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired,” which is actually quite fitting based on my current mood. Lucas basically discussed how we, as black women, need to stop being so bitter and angry. I can admit that I was there while reading a few pages of the chapter to help clear my head. I decided to relax and just do what I do best – write. So needless to say, I’ve been writing for the past hour and it’s refreshing.
6:30 p.m.—everything is smooth sailing. Lord knows I hope it stays this way until I get off at 10:30 p.m.