The Employer's Power of Command

 

Many have questioned that the individual employment relationship is provided by contract because prior to hiring, there is rarely any parity in the relative bargaining power of employer and worker. It is an act of submission and operated in subordination. Also, the agreement between the parties plays a relatively minor role in determining the substance of their reciprocal obligations. Because of the power of command vested in the Employer. 

I put this and some others quite like it up on my cube at work during my Atlanta days. The sentiment never changed no matter what company I worked for, big, small, reputable, full benefits or limited, startup or established. It was still the same with time I got to lower my expectations. 

I don't know what it is that I need to stay motivated but whatever it is, I don't seem to be getting it or achieving it. So I have to apologize for hoping you don't discriminate against me in my own country. It doesn't make one lick of sense but the power of command inherently still exists and is even more pronounced in my country more than ever. And that power has the last say. So I hope put to one day put that up on my wall. Some people were not meant to work, and I think one of those people is me.

To the Sisterhood

Today.
Today at a work meeting, this older black lady got on my last nerve I almost scratched her eyes out, cursed her, gone totally hood. But I didn't.

She jumped into a conversation that was none of her business and made remarks that she had no business making. As I called her out, she got even more defensive, that was when the other Anita almost showed up. I had to find the simmer button.

What pains me about this is this: this is a fellow black woman. A Sista. Why do we sistas hate each other? Why don't we support each other? Why we always gotta hate on one another? What's that about? I didn't steal your weave or your man, why you gotta hate on me like that? Hating on me is the exact thing that gives us black women a bad name. Because we can never stick together. We can never hold each other up, be there for one another. And then when the altercation starts we boast about our stats to call the other Sista out.

"I've been living in America longer than you."
"I've been working this and that before you."
"I've been doing that and that and Running companies longer than you."

That is not the issue. Undisputed.  The issue is - you need to shut the fuck up if you have nothing positive to say. How about that? Shut up specifically because there's a Sista involved, and all what you're saying is not spreading positive energy it's just serving to denigrate...and one should not do that to a fellow Sista. The issue is we are not here to measure stats. That's not what this is about. We are here to be. So let me be. And you can be also. But don't let us be hating on each other as we both be...that's just stupid...and shallow. And incredibly annoying.
We know better. Let's do better.

- Signed a (former) Angry Black Woman.

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Why is it Hard to Love the Black Man?

There's this Nayyirah Waheed verse that says:

Things that should be asked often in every type of relationship:
How is your heart?
Is your heart breathing happy here?
Do you feel free?

I interpret this to mean:
Are you okay?
Is your heart okay?
Is something bothering you?

Ever since I read it I thought it'd be a good way to communicate with that special someone who's important to me instead of always delving into me and my multitude of problems and seeming so selfish and unaware of what the man may be going through, so I can connect with that other being that's in my life.

So I ask the brothas in my life these questions, and these are the answers I get:

"Why are you asking me this?"
"Is this what you called to ask me? I thought you called for something important."
"How long are you going to continue to ask me this?"
"I've told you that I'm fine, why do you keep asking?"
"Why must you ask me this question every time you call me?"
"I'm good. Can we talk about something else?"

From all the black men in my life, every single one of them, from my brother to my lover.

It leaves me to wonder: Why is it so hard to love a black man? Why are black men an instrument of study, puzzle, wonder, befuddlement? Why must their love remain so enigmatic?

...Anita Writes...

This piece I understand is a little outside the norm for this blog. But being single also entails existing in connection with others, opening up your energy to accepting those that are worthy of being welcomed in it. That's how you achieve some balance with the solo world you are completely immersed in by tapping into the positive energy of your loved ones and letting that rejuvenate you.

I also wanted y'all to ask the folks in your life these questions...to help you connect better, you know, since life is precious and all...