I absolutely love that I am sitting at my job, alone, at 4:21 am.
I love that I’m sitting here trying to convince myself to leave, knowing there’s a potentially bad man two doors down that is mad my workplace won’t hire him.
He’s also mad at my friend, who works around the corner, that didn’t hire him either. Said friend comes to my job after their shift ends.
Tall white dude with dusty brown hair. Long legs. Casually does a creepy stroll when someone steps out for a cigarette.
I’m sitting here, in the dark, writing this out thinking on some shit like, “okay set the alarm, have your bike on your right, get yr helmet on, lock the door and get as far away, quickly.”
1) I wish this dream job I interviewed for would just pull the band-aid already and reject me because two weeks notice to pack up/say goodbye/move across the country seems really unprofessional.
2) referring to any cishet white boy/POS as “gurl” is a micro-agression that is actually a gift onto the world. I cannot recommend it enough.
I was on a ferry. I was in a cab. A cab on the ferry. Everything turned dark grey, bits of black. “It’s worse over there” the cab driver stated. Like he was trying to calm the nerves of not just myself, or him, but the air. To keep the air from turning against us; keep the air from turning the ferry on its side.
“What do you mean, ‘it’s worse over there?’”
“You don’t know? Whole city is washed out. No power. People missing. Water everywhere. Maybe the worst it’s ever been.”
The water around us became more choppy. The ferry made a gentle pivot; the rear has more stability, more strength to combat heavy waves.
“Maybe the worst it’s ever been.” I think of the land that’s now in that condition and how I was always concerned for you being on that land. I reach out for you. I type out “baby, are you safe? Where are you? Please be okay” like that will convince the world to not wash it away.
My heart sinks. My heart withers. My heart might as well fall off the side of this ferry. I am trying to save you and you are so far away and I’m on this ferry that is sure to capsize. All slate in the sky and what was once blue beneath us is now a transparent black.
X comes through. They’re south of you in a dry, arid, stable land. They’re safe. The sky cracks open and the black is now blue. The water is still quite choppy but the sun provides some kind of illogical calm. There’s no assurance that it’s all going to be okay, despite the livery’s words.
I keep reaching for you. I know you aren’t there. I never want to be this right.
The standing rock tribe are being silenced about what is going on up there with the Dakota access pipe line.
I beg of you to help me get the topic out. It will affect millions of lives. The pipe will leave into the tribes only source of drinking water. We are trying so hard to get this out on twitter and facebook, but we are being silenced.
Today a security team came into the middle of a peaceful native american protest and numerous people got maced and bitten by the dogs.
I want you all to take a look at the terror on these young girls faces. Then I want you to take a look at the two aggressive dogs. When did it become OK to use dogs against children, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters OUR freakin people!!! The police will only let a dog go if the suspect runs or the suspect is violent and causes a threat to the public of the officer. Do you see a weapon in these young girls hands? Do these girls look dangerous? The answer would be no. No they don’t. The people with the dogs aren’t even police officers! They are security guards. They couldn’t even keep control of their own dogs leading to them being attacked also.
Most of you won’t even bat an eyelid at my posts, others will be annoyed because of my constant posting.This is happening right this second and threatening millions of lives. I have to help. We can only break the silence if you join us in this fight. Just sharing my post helps the reality of the situation get out there. I now beg of you to share this post in support of the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe. Give them a bigger voice. Help them shout this from the roof tops. Please… Rachael <3<3#NoDAPL
