My hair is pretty amazing today. =].
I’ve started carrying a bottle of cayenne pepper.
I really miss my grandpop. I keep wanting to call him. I miss his voice. It sounds like home. I should see if can locate some home videos of us together.
I’ve also decided to get this tattoo covered. It’s not worthy of him. I have to get this done right.
I love my hair today.
At work doodling.
I’ve recently become obsessed with the idea of doing self portraits. Now I must buy a sketch book and all that jazz.
It’s the way my name lingers on your lips. Like it never wants to leave, and you don’t want to let go of it.
This is a photo of me last May. This is my absolute favourite photo of myself. Often I wonder what people see when they look at me. I stare in the mirror and try to see what’s good about my face. All I see are imperfections.
But in this photo, I look happy and kind. I look like the type of person who wouldn’t mind to stop to talk about the weather.
I look at peace. I’m going to piece it back together.
As time passes, and it gets closer to August, I am becoming more and more afraid.
I don’t have enough money saved up. It seems impossible to find a second job. I want to be a server, but I don’t have any serving experience, and it seems now, all restaurants want are servers with experience.
I’m not entirely sure what my living arrangements will be. I have no clue how long it will take before I can find a job. How long will it take me to learn how to navigate the city. How will I eat? Hell, I’m not even entirely sure as to how I’m getting out there.
I’ll be in a sea of strangers. An ocean of obscurity. Everything will be overwhelming.
I want to change my mind, to try and find some reason to stay.
I know if I go I’ll wither away.
It’s now or never and never quickly turns into forever.
I’ve got to be brave. I can’t give up on this dream. On me.
I’ve got this one thing to prove, to myself. I have to push through.
I have to stay positive. I have to keep going. There is no point in looking back. Fear is paying too much attention to the past or future, and not living for the present.
I’m going to make it out, I will flourish, I will finally become alive.
I polished my nails.
Hoop then smoke?
Smoke then hoop?
I’ve got it.
I’ll do them simultaneously.
I don’t know why but just about every 12 months I get the urge to chop off all of my hair. It’s creeping on 12 months since my last BC. And I think it’s high time for a chop. I may keep it short for a while, then grow it out come August. Or I’ll cut it in August. I dunno.
I want to be asleep.
I took Calypso to the park for the first time today. We had a blast.
It’s Mother’s Day! This is my mommy, I’m so blessed to have her. She is my rock, my angel, my personal comedian. I love her. ☺😊
[photo: centered in the photo is a Black woman carrying a child in one arm with her other arm and fist raised. she is in the middle of chanting. there are others around her. a protest sign from the fast food strike in the background reads, “we are worth more. strike for 15. D15”
Fast food strike wave spreads to Detroit, St. Louis
May 10, 2013
St. Louis, and last month’s in New York and Chicago, today’s work stoppage is backed by a local coalition including the Service Employees International Union, and the participants are demanding a raise to $15 an hour and the chance to form a union without intimidation.
Organizers say that over a hundred workers joined the St. Louis strike between Wednesday and Thursday. That included a group of Jimmy John’s workers who alleged that management humiliated them by requiring them to hold up signs in public with messages including “I made 3 wrong sandwiches today” and “I was more than 13 seconds in the drive thru.”
“Sometimes I walk for more than an hour just to save my train fare so I can spend it on Ramen noodles,” St. Louis Chipotle worker Patrick Leeper said in an e-mailed statement Thursday. “I can’t even think about groceries.”
A spokesperson for Jimmy John’s declined to comment on Thursday’s strike; McDonald’s and Wendy’s did not respond to inquiries last night.
As I’ve written elsewhere, the fate of the fast food strike wave carries far-reaching implications: Fast food jobs are a growing portion of our economy, and fast food-like conditions are proliferating in other sectors as well. Organizers say the fast food industry now employs twice as many Detroit-area workers as the city’s iconic auto industry. These strikes also come at a moment of existential crisis for the labor movement, a sobering reality that was brought into sharp relief in December when Michigan, arguably the birthplace of modern US private sector unionism, became the country’s latest “Right to Work” state.
Along with a shared significant supporter—SEIU—the campaigns in New York, Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit have apparent strategies in common. Rather than waiting until they’ve built support from a majority of a store’s or company’s workers, they stage actions by a minority of the workforce designed to inspire their co-workers. Rather than publicly identifying the campaign and its organizers with a single international union, these union-funded efforts turn to allied community groups to spearhead organizing. Rather than training all their resources on a single company, they organize against all of the industry’s players at once. And—faced with legal and economic assaults that have weakened the strike weapon—these campaigns mount one-day work stoppages that are carefully tailored to maximize attention and minimize, but not eliminate, the risk that workers will lose their jobs.
Whether these strategies can ever compel a fast food giant to negotiate with its employees remains to be seen.
“After what I would consider well over three decades of wage suppression, workers in this particular industry—and then I think it’ll go to others—are realizing that their only way up the wage ladder is through their own organizations,” CUNY labor studies lecturer Ed Ott said Wednesday. Ott, a board member of the community organizing group that spearheaded the New York fast food strike, added, “The only way these workers are going to be able to advance these jobs is through unionization. And I think that idea has finally gotten traction.”
Update (9:15 AM Friday): According to the campaign, a walkout by twenty workers at Detroit’s 10400 Gratiot Avenue McDonald’s prevented the store from operating. Some workers brought in as strikebreakers to replace those striking workers chose to join the strike instead.
Organizers say that by day’s end, today’s strike could be the largest fast food work stoppage yet, topping last month’s 400-strong strike in New York.
Whoa. My mom and I were walking earlier and saw some signs hanging on an overpass that read, “We are more. D15.” We had no clue.