T.G.I.F

Hey People,


Today I’m tired as hell. I was on the phone all night with my home girl from Orlando. She is trying to convince me to move to FL, needless to say I am not interested, there’s not much difference been FL and CA so that’s defiantly a no go. With that said, y’all know I didn’t get my exercise on this morning, I barley made it to work, I thought about calling in because I was just tired and really not feeling it, but I called in last Friday, so I had to woman up and come in to work.

So then I get here and hafta listen to my co-worker blab on and on about her damn baby and how she reacted to her booster shots yesterday. You would think people get the non verbal queues (like when I start to yawn, or roll my eyes up in my head) that I just don’t give a damn about your kid or you right now. If you thinking I’m in a bad mood then you would be right. It’s rent time and at the first of the month I get real pissy cause I gotta pay this high ass rent and the sh*t just makes a sistah straight mad. Plus, I purchased my plane ticket to go back to STL for Christmas and the lowest fair was with crappy Southwest. I absolutely totally extremely dislike flying with Frontier and Southwest because the flights are usually packed to full capacity. I’m always seated next to an arm rest hogger, snorer, people with babies, or people that love to talk to people they don’t know. But, what’s a sistah to do when all the other airlines are charging between $415.00 and $550.00 for a round trip ticket from LA to STL. Southwest here I come, just have my Grey Goose and tonic ready cause I’ma need about four of those jokers. I want to be knocked the f*ck out for the entire flight, that way I won’t give a damn about what kid is screaming and who is snoring.
Since y’all already know I’m in a bitchy mood I’d like to talk about my co-workers some more. Why the hell do some people on the same level as you, at some point try to become the designated boss? Ya know how they do it, the boss misses a day of work and the suck up tries to regulate what everyone is doing and assigns herself boss for the day. That’s they type of sh*t I’m dealing with today, and home girl is about to get the business. I am a consummate professional, but when people try to play me or treat me substandard the hood just jumps right out of me, and I wind up saying things like “ho go sit yo ass down sum where.” That usually gets them off my back and avoiding me for the rest of the day. Well I’ll holla at y’all on Monday, hopefully I won’t be in a meeting with HR because I got a feeling Ms. Co-worker is about to get a verbal beat down.