It’s a Monday through Saturday routine of hiding my head behind my computer monitor while asking a random customer how may I help them. Then sometimes follow up by sending them out the drive through tube with the slip or blank check that they desire. After that action, I seep back down into my chair and try to best position myself behind the computer monitor, mainly because folks serve me nasty, impatient, and threatening looks majority of the time. I’ll say 95% of the time in a week span. I swear if looks could really kill, I would have been laid out in my very own blood behind the bullet proof glass in the drive through window.


One thing about me, I am a very social person. If you were to see me at my part-time job, you probably would not even guess it! I love interacting with people from all sorts of walks of life, however when I get to work I just feel like I am less than who I truly am. I don’t make my standard referrals for the quarter. If you don’t know what that means, basically I don’t get any checking or savings accounts open or even credit cards.

My job title every week just dangles in my face hanging from a piece of thread. If you know anything about the banking field then you probably would know that if you can not sell you won't keep a job. I mute out my weakness on the job by interacting with my co-workers on a daily basics. Interacting with them keeps my mind off the competitive atmosphere we strive to do our best in. I find myself being nervous at times to take customers.

You would think of almost nine months on the job I would be comfortable, but I am not. I believe that my true feelings show especially when I make eye contact with the customers. I’m still grasping onto the reasons and the meanings as to why God took me from working as a gas station associate to becoming a bank teller.

To be honest, I doubted that I would ever land a banking job in my life. That’s since, I truly dislike math with a passion. I never questioned my walk with Christ this far. Being judged for walking to work, because I have yet to have a car, but a driver’s license is one thing. Being judged for your walk with Christ on a daily stride is another. Before, I even discovered that I was pregnant or even had a thought I was I knew in my heart that this year was going to be a year of change. This year was going to be my last year in the banking field and at my current job.

This year, was going to truly bring out something special that is with stored within me. Well, my friend, this year I am going to step out on faith. I am going to become a mother for the very first time. I am going to pursue my writing career and build my brand during it all. I will step away for maternity leave from my part time job and I won’t look back. You see I am not a random black girl with natural hair and works as a bank teller.

 I am an empowering and highly motivated black woman who is still chasing her dreams no matter her circumstances. I am thankful for having the opportunity to experience being a bank teller and I am going to be forever thankful. Jesus is still laying the ground work for me and guess what, the plans that He has for my life shall be amazing. I am on the road to still discovering my inner strength one step at a time.

What's roaming through your mind? I hope that I gave you more than just a little something to think about or talk about.

I thought that this would make an amazing topic, because lately I have been getting asked by customers at my current job as a bank teller, "You look so happy. Do you love your job as much as you are smiling?" I would answer. (Often, not trying to never be petty by saying something around the words like.) "I'm happy because life could be so much worse than not standing here today." 

If you guys, have been following my journey to discovering my inner strength you would know that growth involves an evolution. I started my current job as a bank teller about three months ago. I was thankful and was embracing the change that came with it. It was bittersweet to say goodbye to my old co-workers, but I was ready for another job. These last three months of being a bank teller has truly been filled with a lot of anxiety, excitement, and tears of both joy and sadness. I was mentally beating myself up in the month of August feeling as if I made a mistake with taking on my new job. However, being blessed with a new job opportunity didn't ashamed of my new job title as a bank teller. Allow me to explain.

When it seems as if you have more bills than money and the life you deserve to be living is just an imagination, living from paycheck to paycheck can really get you down. As soon as you get excited about getting paid, you soon think about all the bills that your paycheck has to pay for. Here are a few of the tough realities of living from paycheck to pay to paycheck that some folks choose not to talk about.

I understand you want to land a better job with better pay and benefits. Knowing that you are worth working a better job to get you on your feet is a start. Here are 5 of my very own tips that you can use towards finding a better job:

The month of July isn't even over as of today. So much has happened in these past two weeks that it has been mind blowing. The day that I started my job my husband lost his. Yes, God moves in mysterious ways. (I will touch on this more.) I am now in my second week of being at my new job. It took me three days into my new job to truly realize that I won't be constantly making any hot coffee or mopping sales floors during the late afternoon hours. The need to clean and hop on the register has ceased. I last week I had to accept the change and the blessing that God has given me.

There I was at one of the three cash registers with one of my co-workers on the side of me taking a guest. The line was growing longer with every customer that was checked out. I looked down at the bottom of my register's screen and the time displayed 5:55pm. "Can I take the next guest?" I asked as I pursed my lips together and positioned my scanner to start ringing up items....

My days have came to an end for working for a very popular and well-known gas station that's located in the south. I spent over one year and seven months working at a gas station, and it was indeed a very humbling expereince. On July 10th, 2016 I retired my work gear forever. Working at a gas station has changed my perception in so many ways about life and my health. Here goes just seven things that I have learned from working at a gas station. 

A week ago, from today I was frustrated and feeling like I was just going nowhere in life. Even though, I was feeling like shit; I was still smiling. I was still smiling because I knew a change was about to happen.

There was no more need to complain about my part-time job that was often times two days out of the week works pay. There was a feeling of comfort in my soul even though my husband and I were bumping heads over finances.

I started to go to God more and more in prayer. The only person that I had to talk to about my life was my little sister, and I didn't want to burden her with my worry. She had her own issues to cope with like everyone else. I started to think about the things that I had previously asked God for during prayer and it all started to make sense.

I found myself frustrated, weak, defeated, thankful, joyous, and feeling betrayed in May. I lost and found hope all in the same month.

I have so many people the encouragement and the motivation to chase not only their dreams but GOD. There were many days I felt hopeless.

I walked around the local walking trail in my neighborhood, stumped about how my husband and I were going to pay the rent. But, my God did make a way out of no way for May. I learned so much not only about myself last month, but as well as my journey...

About one week ago from today, I received my business cards in my mailbox. I was excited and was feeling as if I  was truly accomplished getting not only my government name on a piece of colorful cardstock, but my passion to write. The same week of ordering my business cards my bank account read $35.56. Someone else in the world, probably would have backed down from placing an order on the site. Working a part-time job and contributing to helping my husband pay the bills can sometimes leave my account close to the negatives. I learned to embrace my struggle. Placing an order for my business cards was going to leave me with only $16.00 dollars and some change. It was a chance that I was willing to take to BRAND myself. Here is why...