*dramatic pause*
MY BOSS IS QUITTING!!!!!!!!!!!!

I SAID, MY BOSS IS QUITTING!!!!!!

As most of you know, I
In the words of my friend, "I can't wait to toast this shit!!!!"
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Read the story hereMistah: Do you think they sell promiscuous olive oil?
Me: What?
Mistah: Do you think they sell promiscuous olive oil?
Me: Negro, what the hell are you talking about? And who is they?
Mistah: The stores… do.you.think.they.sell.promiscuous.olive.oil?
Me: I don’t know. What the hell is promiscuous olive oil?
Mistah: Well, there’s extra virgin olive oil so I was just wondering if someone sells promiscuous olive oil.
Me: I…….you…….just stop.
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Example 1: Yesterday I asked where the box was....ya know so I could just go and grab my phone when it was time for lunch. Her response? "Oh I hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid them and will issue them out when it is time for us to eat."
Woke up this morning sleepy as all get out.
Put my contacts in. They didn’t agree with my eyeballs. After 15 minutes of removing and re-inserting with no success, finally just said phuck it and threw my glasses on.
I hate wearing my glasses. Boo.Hiss.
Saw Pedro’s truck this morning but no one in the backseat. Guess they decided to take a break.
Arrived at work and went to the restroom.
Did a full survey of my outfit. Noticed that my maxi skirt was a peep show in the back.
Cursed self for not wearing a longer shirt and checking self out in the mirror AT HOME.
Tried to do some adjusting to camoflauge. Didn’t work.
Went to the store to buy a slip…..which I have plenty of AT HOME.
*eyeroll*
Slips a plenty but none in BLACK. Boo. Hiss squared.
Grabbed a cami top and made it work….Tim Gunn game proper.
Went to check out and got stuck behind a stupid ass b*tch woman that wanted a price check for a greeting card that was supposed to be 25 cents. The original price was FIFTY CENTS!!!!!!
ARE YOU SERIOUS?????!!!!!
Waiting. BG’s ensue. This heffa still wants her 25 cents discount.
Go to check out at customer service while trying to resist the urge to mollywhop said heffa in the back of her head for being stupid.
Hit the restroom up to leave a deposit and put on my shirtslip.
Stop to grab more sunflower seeds. Only one package of the flavored kind left.
FML…


The episode on ’16 & Pregnant’ last night was a doozy and a half……..also an hour and a half. I didn’t realize that an extra 30 minutes had been tacked on until I turned the channel to watch Chelsea Lately. I hate when I miss that show.
So the episode last night followed, two young kids (of course) whose names escape me at the moment. It’s a long sordid story but it basically went down like this:
Girl has a boyfriend for 2 years (or was it 3? I heard her say both)
Girl breaks up with long time boyfriend.
Girl gets rebound guy.
Girl hunches rebound guy one night after he gives her a ride home in his truck after a party.
Girl and rebound guy get pregnant…..with TWINS. *faints*
Girl is 17. Rebound guy is a couple of years older. (They live in WV so this may or may not be considered statutory rape but no one seemed to mind. *Kanye shrug*)
Girl has twins (girls).
Guy actually steps up to the plate, sells his beloved truck for a more affordable form of transportation, gets an apartment for them all to live in, and works two jobs to make sure their ready made family is provided for.
Girl realizes she hasn’t lost that lovin’ feeling for old boyfriend.
Girl goes back to HS, sees old boyfriend, begins hanging out with old boyfriend and slowly but surely begins emotionally disconnecting with rebound guy.
Girl invites old boyfriend over to see twins. (*sigh*)
Old boyfriend gives her the cold shoulder from that point forward.
Rebound guy finds out. They argue and break-up.
Girl realizes the grass isn’t greener.
Girl begins to regret her decision and her actions.
Girl finds out rebound guy is dating other people.
Rebound guy still sees and provides for their daughters.
Girl is alone and brokenhearted.
This episode really got to me because I’ve been in a situation somewhat similar sans the pregnancy ‘cause at 17 I would have been at the clinic after the first pee stick said ‘you the mama’…HOLLA! Back in my young tender days, I was in a rocky, back and forth, break up to make up five year relationship with Lester Smudgles (obviously not the real name). Even with all that, to me he was the greatest until he wasn’t.
During the last few months, I began to have the same emotional disconnect that ‘Girl’ did, grew tired of his asshat ways, what our relationship had become (in my eyes anyway) and dumped him. Time has a way of changing you’re wants and needs, ya know. In order to divert my attention, I began dating my BFF’s brother….twin brother be exact. Not the greatest game plan but he had shown an interest and I needed something else to focus on. What better than another dude?! You know what they say’ to get over the old, get something new’. Hmmmm, that not’s quite right but you get the drift. A few months in, I realized I had made a mistake and that it just wouldn’t work. My rebound guy lived two states away and was much more immature than I remembered. And, my heart just wasn’t in it. Then…regret set in. Did I make the right decision with my long time boyfriend? Was I too hard on him…us? Late night thoughts got the best of me and I caved. I backtracked and tried to patch things up. Too late! He was boo’d up with another lover. Woe is me. Life moved on and so did I but that wasn’t the end of our story.
To be continued…maybe.
I ventured out to a beauty supply store in Mexican Central (aka
Moving on.
So I grabbed my supply, headed to the cash register and proceed to have the most intriguing conversation with the young lady that checked me out.
YL: Did you need help finding anything or were you ready to check out?
Me: *smiles* Oh, I’m ready.
YL: So, do you use this all over your body?
Me: Yeah, face and all.
YL: Really? I tried it once but broke me out.
Me: Oh no! Well you can’t tell. You have a beautiful complexion.
YL: Yeah well it wasn’t anywhere you could see.
Me: (wondering where the hell this girl could be talking about….her ankles?) Oh?
YL: Yeah it was down there *points to her nether regions with her finger*
Me: Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
YL: I mean it was real bad. My grandmama had to call the medical emergency number and everything because it was puffed up like this (yes she really held her fist up)
Me: Oh my! I don’t blame you not using any longer. Well, thanks and have a nice day!
Now at this point, I’m laughing but she was too so it wasn’t totally awkward. I didn’t realize when she asked if I used it all over my body she really meant allllllllll over mah body. I just assumed she meant exposed skin. LOL Oh well, at least I learned something new today…I think.
Today’s post is brought to you today by the letters N-A-S & T-Y. That’s the word I used to describe whichever hoe, b*tch, scallywag, diseased rhinoceros pheasant trollop decided to leave traces of their menstrual cycle all over one of the commode seats in the ladies room. And I'm not just talking a single drop....that ish was splattered.....on both sides.....like some damn abstract art!!! Say it with me folks….EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!
I was beyond grossed out and extremely pissed that the offender (1) didn’t even have the common courtesy to wipe that sh*t off so it wouldn’t be visible and/or (2) have enough common sense to look at the seat before they left the stall. I only wish that I could have seen who it was so I could have added their name to the sign I made and taped on the wall in the stall.
I just went to look for the picture of the sign in my phone and realized I forgot to take one.
(insert Niecy Nash Clean House grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sound effect here)
No worries, I made another for effect.
I was telling Z about it and he just shook his head and gave the usual ‘Makes you wonder what they are like at home’ response. You know what? I don’t really care. Do what you want in your own home but at least TRY and have some type of damn decorum/manners/home training (well I guess that wouldn’t apply if one is that nasty at the house) about yourself in public…..GOOD GRIEF! I refuse to even go in that stall anymore. As a matter of fact, I do believe I shall start going upstairs to handle my beeswax. Yeah, yeah I know nasty is everywhere but there are way less people on that floor and I’d rather take my chances squatting elsewhere.
My co-worker annoys the Sh’Nikes out of me. Every time I get up from my desk, she breaks her neck to see where I’m walking. Every time I walk back to my desk, she just stares…..intently. Now I just avoid eye contact with her and keep my eyes focused in whatever direction I’m going (but I can still see her looking in my peripheral vision). This behavior is strange (to me) as my personality is such that I really could care less about what anyone around me is doing.
You’re going to a meeting? Do I have to go? No? Great! Have fun!
You have a visitor at your desk? Good for you! I can’t hear what you’re saying over the music in my headphones anyway.
You’re trying to sneak out early? Great! Have loads of fun!
You diggin’ a booger out of your nose? Ewww but just don’t flick it over here or let me catch you eating it ‘cuz I’m tellin’!
That reminds me, I have a short story about that.
As long as you are not a disgruntled employee and refrain from coming into the building to shoot ‘em up at the OK Corral then we’re good.
This chick though…..she’s just different and stuff. She’s been in our group for almost one year but has been with the organization for maybe three or so. She was placed here during the re-org that happened last year. One experience I had early on really helped shape my opinion of her.
I was working on a report and needed no distractions so I sought refuge in one of the empty conference rooms on the opposite end of our department’s floor. During a break, I visited the lady’s room and went to my desk to grab a granola bar to snack on. I saw her sitting at her desk so I spoke.
Me: Hey Sh’Nike
Sh’Nike: Hey AR Gal, I missed you!
Me: *strange look on my face* Girl ion't even know you Ummmmm, oh. Well, I’ll see you later.
(I must point that I had only known this chick for maybe a month up to this point)
As I walked back to the conference room, I heard heels clomping (loudly) on the floor. I turned to see who it was and saw her little head peeking around the corner watching me to see where I was going. I turned my head back around and headed to the stairwell to go up one floor and came back down in one of the side stairwells to get back to the conference room. Like I said I needed no distractions and the last thing I wanted was her following me to find out my top secret location. LOL Now in my head, I was thinking….seriously WHO DOES THAT?! In my heart I was thinking, this beesh is CRAZY! I laugh about it now when I tell that story but really….WHO DOES THAT??!!
Granola + yogurt=deliciousness the tenth power
It’s crazy because I have always eaten granola bars and yogurt (separately) but never together until yesterday morning. I picked up a container (I only needed one more to get me through the work week) of strawberry yogurt by default the other day because the store was out of my favorite, Yoplait key lime pie whipped. I loved the firmer texture of the whips versus the somewhat slimy standard texture of regular yogurt.
Anyway, as you can see, this has granola that can be mixed in. Now while I wasn't totally blown away, it was still quite yummy. So this morning I decided to try breaking up one of my granola bars into the whip. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa'lllllllllllllllllll, it was so good that I almost took my tail to the grocery store to buy another thing of (50 cent) yogurt just so I could have another!
I can't wait until tomorrow morning.