Let’s start with a brief introduction, shall we? If you’ve recently met me outside of the interwebs you probably know me as a new mother and an over sharer. I like labels, they help me organize all the pieces that make me, me. At home I am a mother, to others a POC, a crazy cat lady, or Work Frankie.

Work Frankie is a self given label, and maybe a persona? She’s all that I am, but tidy. She’s kind, she knows everything about bikes (that is the most important part of doing your job, is being the expert), she’s trustworthy, and she’s stern. Are you asking for a discount just because you’d like one? I will not give you one. Did we have a really good connection, and we both over shared while I sold you something? I will give you a discount. Shh, don’t tell my employer.

Here is a quick side thought about Work Frankie. It may be a little sad but in the spirit of over sharing, here we go! Work Frankie is as white as she possibly can be. As a female working in a predominantly male work place, I constantly have to prove myself. As a POC, I have to prove myself. As both, there is only so much I can do to make others comfortable around me in such a short amount of time. The more approachable I am, the better my sales. White is approachable, white is friendly, white is educated.

Interestingly, since becoming a mother the need for Work Frankie has gone down and “mamma” has emerged. She is stronger than strong, more patient than Work Frankie, and accepting of who she is. She wakes up a mess and it’s ok because she has a baby. Mamma can go to work with hair that was only brushed and not straightened because she has a baby. People love a mother. A mother is kind, she is approachable, and she is friendly, all the things that make a good sales person. Overall I think this shows more about what I think of myself more than anything else, but I’m happy as Mamma and that is the important bit.

Outside of work, the over sharing continues. With my friends, with my husband, my mother (who is now the best grandmother a little girl could have). It feels good to share something. Gift giving is hard for me, what if they don’t like the gift? What if it doesn’t fit? What if it breaks and they have to throw it away. A secret, a funny story, a bit of gossip, these create a feeling and I think feelings are much harder to throw away.

I want to start this blog as a way for me to over share with even more people. Maybe you, dear reader will over share with me, I would love that. I know this isn’t the juiciest first post, but don’t worry we’ll get there. It’s so fun to share work gossip, dreams (my husband and mother hate when I share my dreams, I over share), sex, my child’s growth, and how I think she is probably the most superior baby out there. I will get to that, don’t you worry. For now this was my attempt at a brief introduction.