I was chatting with a friend yesterday and outta the clear blue here’s the question he posed:

If you were together with someone for a three or four months, would you ask them how much they had in savings? Would you ask them what their financial portfolio looks like?

And if you know me, then you know my answer was: 

Hell yeah, that’s a perfectly sound question! It’s one of my top 5!

she aint said nothing but a word

We went on to briefly chat  about people failing to ask potential mates about their financial standing and outlook; which got me to thinking. 

About two weeks ago I met this dude and he was trying to chat me up HARD! So we’re chopping it up for a minute and as things progress I start to ask him what he does for a living.

Lawdfadagod. This fella had a LIST!

He’s a Taxi driver, he plays in somebodys church band, he runs some supposed videography business ( which I’ve seen some sorta proof but who knows) and he’s part owner in a family business. By the time he finished his list, all I was thinking about was that In Livin Color Skit about the Jamaican family with 50 jobs each and they were always late for work and had to go!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m NEVER opposed to a man/woman having more than one gig to make ends meat, but when you have so many one has to wonder WHY?  I mean are you making that little that you need to work like a tourist mule in the Honduran sea side? Whatever happened to that little account marked Savings and why don’t you seem to have any?

I know it may sound bourgeois to some, but his stock fell about a good 250 points due to his plethora of employers. I’m fully aware that some may have an issue with my stance and to that I say, You DATE HIM, if you feel so strongly. I  have already dated that guy that had to work two jobs and yet he was still barely making it = BRUKNESS not BROKENESS.  I did my part in supporting a brutha through his struggle. I do not like the stench nor the taste of poverty/poordom/pauperly living.  My family wasn’t always living this decent, so I KNOW what it’s like to struggle. I just don’t intend on struggling due to someone else’s lackadaisical stance on the meaning of a dollar. Nope. Not me! I don’t mind dating a man with no car BUT you cant have no car, no money, no clue as to what a savings account is/is meant for AND owe money on your VISA bill.  I may have fallen stepping on a bus once, but is sure wasn’t the YELLOW bus!

You no longer have to have just a J.O.B if you wana be with me, that was soo 1988. Now one should have GOOD CREDIT (decent credit will not get us very far), a reasonable five year plan of financial feasibility, preferably one job and the list goes on.  I’m no gold digger, I have a job (and a pension), I just believe that we must be like minded and realistic when it comes to things like finances. 

T.

Posted: July 17th, 2008 under Just Vixen, V's Relationship/Dating Stuff.
Comments: 5

DA HATER

Dear Messy Jesse,

Do you remember me? We met and shook hands at Church in Geneva Switzerland in 2002. I was about the only person who wasn’t that geeked on having you there. We took the  obligatory smile and shake picture.  Still don’t remember me? No biggie. However, can I just say you have THE weakest handshake for a man.  I mean, when you’re at a meet and greet, one should assert themselves positively, argh!

Any-who, I’ve noticed that you just have a knack for saying some of the MOST innately stupid things at all the supposed wrong times.  I don’t buy it. Are you sure you’re not on the McCain payroll? 

Whatever happened to the 1985 Jesse Jackson and his movement to uplifting the African American race by any means? You can’t possibly be the same man. No way.                                                       Read more »

Posted: July 17th, 2008 under V's Crazy Views on Politics.
Comments: 1

I surrender. I’m done.  I have now become just an employee, unfortunately. 

 I can honestly say I could care less if these grand wizards were to figure out a way to lay me off. I’ll get a temp job.  I have no more loyalty, care, concern or feeling for where I work, what I do (or used to do), the jokers I have as co-workers, etc. I’ve had it.  These are THE biggest bunch of jokers known to man, as far as I’m concerned.

I’m not one for back stabbing and all this office politics bullarky, never really have been; with that said, I most certainly know how to play the game when time comes. 

I’m just tired of having to, is what I’m saying, especially for what these cunts pay me. Nope. Neit. No mas. I’ve never been fired from a job but I’d certainly wouldn’t be opposed to accepting a nice lil package.

I need a passion. I need to re-group and get back to fu*kin basics and start LIVING again.

T.

Posted: July 17th, 2008 under Just Vixen, V's Rants on N-E & EvRYthing.
Comments: 2