The Movement That Became

The “Journey of an Unraveled Road

For the long time I wanted to write a book. The “Journey of an Unraveled Road” first started before it was even thought to be a book. Truth of the matter is, I thought life was completely over. It initially started at the place of employment I use to work at Sprint at the Houston office which started as a request to take sales that I made from a territory that the person who I reference as Basic Bitch Betty gained control of as she made the district I was working with believe that I was committing fraud. Which when she attempted to accuse me of such act, which resulted into a investigation where they found no fraud committed. Had employees fired for the shady practices she condoned that she threw under the bus to save her own ass. After being transferred, leadership told me that I needed to process the sales that I made for those stores at another assigned store. Which being cornered to complete, which was partially justified as the Store Manager at the time who assisted with the sales, was the SM for that location, which had me asked “What about the assistant managers store?” which originally working with them at a store they both were at, ended up getting separated to two different location. Which pointing out my concern and being told “I need to look out for myself” which I pointed the slippery slope, began the attempt to find ways to fire me or have myself processed out.

In the mist of this, after having one of my employees fired, after having us take a training course in Kansas City having us learn a process that I felt was really awesome, ended up threatening the team with termination if quotas weren’t met. Which my question was “Why did you have us learn a new technique and expect us to get results?” Which being a Retail Training Store Manager, I knew that it would take at least 60 days to show results. Bringing this up and being told “You need to be brave and find another job as not everyone is cut out for this,” in shock I ended up having an accident that totaled my vehicle one hour away from where I lived. No one called me back after the accident as I left a message for my manager and my regional manager. Also leaving a message for his boss. Which finally getting a hold of a territory manager, ended up working immediately after the accident as I was forced to attempt to work, according to what the territory manager informed me.

After telling my boss I had an accident and I was feeling the effects of it, he attempted to start with a no call no show, which after being told by a previous boss I use to work with, that I needed to file for unemployment. Which he refused to tell me who I needed to contact. After doing my own research I ended up getting Workers Comp, which he attempted to fire me for first a no call, no show, then after a rebuttal that it would be illegal to fire me for not being able to fulfill my job duties as with a totaled car, thought that I wouldn’t be able to afford another one did it as he thought I did not have a vehicle. Which started the act of changing my job duties. Where visiting stores were not allowed anymore, which I was the only one given that restriction. Where checking on me was not heart felt as voice infliction and the coincidental questioning was more focused on what was going on between my boss and I. And no one would return my calls when I would ask what’s going on and what am I suppose to do now that I was made to do outbound calls, which the minimum was fifty calls a day. And when my boss said “I can do 50 calls a day, why can’t you?” Rebuttaled with “Since the training program you claim to be doing is not being efficient, when can you show me how to do this effectively?” Which he said “You had enough training, I don’t need to show you anything,” which after emails and a conference call that had him have an emotional outburst that said “We will never be on the same page! And I swear to God Frieda if you don’t stop retaliating the only thing you’ll do is shake your ass and give head for a living!” That was the trauma that began the journey. Which in turn followed something I never expected would occur, attempted sexual assault in the workplace.

The topping on the cake was that I was getting sick in my apartment, getting evicted because of not wanting problems as I ended up getting an infection from the mold that was growing. Which ultimately in the end almost killed me. Along with my ex making my family think things that had them turn there back on me and almost not fighting back as my family were saying I wouldn’t win the lawsuit. In the end I didn’t win the case, which I did on the second attempt have a chance to gain the settlement from my legal team which is my gurl Bethany; it was time to make a change. Time to make an impact. As the fear that subsided at Sprint Office now T-Mobile, ended up being afraid of fighting back as the consensual thing that people I talk with still say are afraid of “retaliation.” Which is something that I am compelled to talk more about after we dissect the “Journey of an Unraveled Road.” As my story is similar to many stories. As the work place pre COVID, sometimes was not a safe place, can only imagine how it is during the COVID crisis. Which I would hope that my account in a published book helped those still battling gain the courage to stand up for themselves. That they end up taking back the power they have in a place shaken with fear of losing livelihood. Where in rationality and evaluating both the controllable they posses and separating the uncontrollable which in the act of another person, is not the controllable. But also realize that this is another social norm we conditioned to accept. Where if you can’t be safe in the work place, where the hell can you feel safe at. Which Friday, we begin dissecting the first chapter, where we review the motive to my venture. And where I say goodbye to the yellow brick road.

Published by Frieda Lopez at Frieda the Writer

Frieda Lopez is a Texas Native, born in the heart of San Antonio's West Side Community. Frieda attended Lanier High School and primarily attended Memorial High School where she graduated with the class of 2001. Raised in a blended family dynamic, Ms. Lopez gained her noble character from the women she admired and loved the most, her grandmothers. Frieda attended Alamo Community College where she majored in Liberal Arts primarily studying on biology, sociology, philosophy, psychology, and creative writing and shortly attended University of Incarnate Word. She gained a MBA from AIU and has actively participated in local fashion shows until she moved to Houston returning back August 2019. She began her career in healthcare, where she gained the skill of being able to not only resolve conflicts but reach out and engage in the community through her time serving as health care relations customer care and outreach representative. After being let go from her employer which she last served as a Customer Relations Representative for DentaQuest, she began her journey in retail where she came part of the leadership team a month of working as a part time representative for MarketSource and build a relationship with her local Target team. She later served five years with Amtel T-Mobile as a Store Manger after moving to Houston to pursue a management position with unfortunately ended in adversity which opened the opportunity of writing her first book "Journey of an Unraveled Road" will be releasing her second book a fiction based series titled "The Rideshare Chronicles" with the first book to the installment titled "Destination Destiny."

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