Prayers please

Dear Jesus,

I prayed for a lot of things a couple days ago and I see things happening already. Ever since I prayed over my co workers, the next morning I was called in to do a statement for Patrice, the child pincher. The person who told me to make a statement was Miss Gray. The lady who does not like me. When I looked in her eyes, I felt a little bit of her hatred. She compares herself to me maybe. I wonder how old she is. She’s about two feet taller and 100 pounds heavier if not more. She has short hair and overplucked eyebrows…a sign that she’s in the mirror too much. When she asked to write a statement, it was more of a dare. It was menacing like she knew I was putting my job on the line. She asked me to write it or type it…a sign that she didn’t want to do her job. So I wrote it down.

I wrote about Patrice pinching Gio, I wrote about Kinza, and I wrote about her talking nasty to me in front of Ms. Nava. Afterwards, I was so exhausted. Like my body felt like I was going to faint. After work, I went home and got ready for bed so fast that I was ready to sleep by 5:30pm. I must have slept 10 hours…I felt so rested today.

ms. Clark didn’t waste any time to threaten me the next morning: “I want to warn you that they will be willing to throw you under the bus. They don’t care about you or your job. HR is involved now. Be careful what you say.” Then, she started micro managing me: “did you feed Anabel yet? Can I see the times that you changed her? Can you make a copy?”

my only fault was recording the dates but not the times. Ms. Debra told me to say that I change her after y’all come in from lunch and before last period. I will record the times from now on. And I will set my timer too from now on.

I told ms. Clark that I didn’t like drama, and that I got bullied out my class for reporting something last time that I quit (Rost) & was out of a job for months.

maybe this HR situation will look into the Rost situation more…Jesus help me find the exact date Gio was pinched and the exact day when Kinza screamed, “it hurts”.

Jesus, my engine light came on on the way home. I have to bring the car this Saturday and hope the mechanic can fix it once and for all. I pray the dent can be popped out too.

I pray that Jessi will not be nonchalant with working on my upcoming music videos. He seems arrogant and I dislike that energy.

I pray I can get the Peerspace together. I pray that everything will come together.

im upset I didn’t get a callback yet. I guess rejection must be protection?

I’m growing weary. I wish life was better. I want to enjoy life but I’m not really. It feels like I don’t have any time for myself. I’m not happy because I want time to be in acting class, to take vocal lessons, to get a massage, to clean my apartment, to move into a place that’s newer, to do so much. I just wish I could have more time. I don’t like the way my life is too much.!

help me father.! Amen