i gotta get it I GOT GOT TO GET IT...

I’m VERY ranty today and it’s only 1:30 in the afternoon but I feel like I’m done for the day.  So I go into Wal-Mart which I now officially hate. There are no more redeeming qualities and my mind is made up.  I called in the prescription for my mom Saturday thinking SURELY it will be filled today which is Tuesday.  Apparently the system only picked up one the 2 of course the one she is completely out of is the one that is missed.  So instead of the cashier helping me, he sends me to the drop off window where the lady apologizes and sends it to the system to be filled.  So I shop.  I get all the things I think I need and proceed to one of the very few cash registers open.  I see 3 dudes, I thought it was one order, but of course it was 2.  The 1^st dude swipes his card as I lovingly place all of my items on the belt, it doesn’t go through… he walks away.  The 2^nd dude swipes his card.  That didn’t work either.  I let the guy with just the Pepsi and M&M’s ahead of me.  The manager is called but they never seem to make it over, so the 3^rd dude pays with cash.  **blank stare** The second order goes through without a hitch, the baby 2 people behind me starts to scream in a pitch reserved for small animals.  This cashier is pleasant enough and I say to her, I don’t know if I could do it, it’s just too much with these people.  And not ‘these people’ meaning any particular people BUT ALL PEOPLE!!  Keep in mind I have been a cashier in fact I have done pretty much every job known to man LOL ok not really but I have done a lot.  I go back to the pharmacy and the little boy looks at me like this is the first time he has seen me ever in his life.  OK no problem I give my name and date of birth.  OH this prescription is out of stock miss.  EXCUSE ME?!?!  Ummmm…. He goes to confer with the people behind the wall and they all look at me like it’s MY fault they don’t have the damn prescription.  So this is when I get loud, not nasty BUT LOUD!  I called the prescription in Saturday and I am completely out so you need to call another Wal-Mart so I can get it filled today!!  Then they all scramble.  The box from UPS just came in so they looked in there (they is 3 people behind the wall), the looked on the shelf, then the pharmacist said well I have to place an order so it will be in tomorrow.  Yeah that’s not going to work I NEED IT NOW!! So he in all his wisdom is like Oh well I can give you pills for a few days.  Ya think? Thank you and are you sure it will be in tomorrow? Oh yeah I need to place the order before I forget.  He then proceeds to say they changed suppliers, the system was down and whatever the hell else.  What I wanted to say but I didn’t is I don’t give a fuck!!  I really don’t.  Wanda Sykes did this whole bit on when she turned 40 she just didn’t give any fucks anymore and I’m 40 and I too do not give many fucks about very many things.  Why am I being penalized for your system not working correctly?  Why do I have to come back to this damn store in a few days which is not terribly out of the way but it is an inconvenience?  So then I stand there.  And then I ask the pharmacist WHY am I still standing here?  I thought you were going to give me a few pills?  So he was like oh yeah Christopher has to check you out.  Does HE know that?  Then the African lady who had been fussing with her insurance company since I came up the 2^nd time deemed me her new best friend.  They raised her prescription from $25 to $50 and she was PISSED.  And I agree.  $50 is a lot of money and folk don’t have extra when no one bothered to tell them.  She had transferred from CVS and I told her I was about to transfer to Rite Aid.  There is just no hassle there.  She said this place is too much hassle.  So then Christopher finally finished with the OTHER African lady whose prescription was being filled and bagged just as he was trying to find it.  She was very patient with him.  Meanwhile 2 more people walked up to get in line.  I thought for a few seconds if this little boy makes me wait, it’s gon get real ugly.  So the lady fussing with me says I NEED MY PERSCRIPTION NOW!!  It’s $50 but I have to get it.  Then I chime in WHY AM I STILL STANDING HERE?!?! Christopher gets a little afraid and hell I would too with 2 angry black women about to beat him down.  So then he says to me well I am going to take her first.  I say IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO YOU TAKE JUST MOVE FASTER!!  The pharmacist was like please take her!!  So he rings me up asking form my name for a 3^rd time. Really dude?  SO I continue YOU HAVE TO HAVE A SENSE OR URGENCY!!  I HAVE STUFF TO DO THIS LADY HAS STUFF TO DO (she nods in agreement) WE GOT STUFF TO DO AND YOU ARE MOVING TOO SLOW.  I HAVE SHOPPED AND I WAITED ANOTHER 15 MINUTES.   I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!!  I absolutely will be transferring to Rite aid because this is not even the 1^st time the meds are out of stock and they look at me like well what am I supposed to do?!?  It’s just too much!!!

mic please...

I am not a hoarder… but I do have hoarding tendencies.  I can rationalize just about anything to keep or buy or not throw away; which is why last spring when I had someone come help me with my lil issue it brought to light just how much shit I had.  So 95% of the people in my office building are moving and with that comes massive amounts of shit that had in their office, cubes, closets and general team areas.  It has been SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO hard for me to not pick up the stuff they are throwing away.  SO hard!!  And to my defense I have passed a lot of it up mainly because it was crap.  But for some reason I am still stuck on cups.  Do I need them no of course not, but did that stop me?  NO OF COURSE NOT!  I have 3 new travel mugs that are mainly for cold drinks and I have rationalized that they would be good for my mother…err I mean roommate.  She needs more incentive to drink water.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.  I did pass up tons of office supplies because my basement is already cluttered with the booty they I got from closing an office a few years ago.  Today I have rationalized the need for a rolling file drawer.  I mean COME ON, it has wheels!  So actually this is a good find! AGAIN… that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 

There is this new campaign to ban the word bossy.  I must admit, I’m not real sure about the whole thing. I have seen a few of the ads and it does make me cringe; probably because I have been called bossy or some version of it my whole life.  Recently while dealing with my mother and some of her needs it was said to me and  I let it slide because I thought well if I’m NOT bossy then shit won’t get done.  It never occurred to me that this word can make girls recoil and not want to be the leaders that they can be.  Even now, this project I’m on at work I defer to my white male co-worker because I never want to come across as the angry black chick or the bossy girl.  I just don’t want to rock the boat.  I have wanted to fly below the radar and just make sure things are easy peasy even though I know questions need to be asked, meeting need to be held, accountability needs to occur for things not getting done.  Sometimes extra assertion is needed and no one should be labeled as being bossy.  Words mean things so maybe this is a good campaign to get people to think about how girls and women are thought of by the words used.  Many women of influence are on this campaign because they are the main ones that have risen above that and any other label.  For the average girl I’m sure it can be hard.  Just watch what you say to the little ones.  It can have a bad connotation. 

So I think my Tribe Called Quest lyric titles are randomly lost on my random readers so maybe I need to some other randomness for the titles??!?!

before this, did you really know what live was?

I wouldn’t say I am feeling like a slave today but at very least an indentured servant.  I’m on a project that keeps morphing into new things daily.  It’s always good because when I’m done with this I will be a freaking expert. 

I am getting to the point way quicker than I thought that I am getting sick of my hair!  JUST SICK OF IT!!  And then I go online to see new styles and new whatever and these people doing these videos can be quite hilarious.  So I got stuck on videos of pre-poo and pooing which means before you wash or shampoo OR co-wash because God forbid if you actually use shampoo to wash your hair which is a WHOLE other conversation OH and using vs not using combs.  It just gets to be a bit much.  Back in the day my mother would wash my hair, comb it, brush it, grease it, press it and whatever else.  The only time my hair fell out is when she relaxed it.  My little virgin tresses did not like or take it very well.  Then I got this hideous bob cut that I got joked about, my ‘friends’ said I had a Beatles hair cut LOL.   Then my head became a head of steal!  I got used to getting relaxers and color… until my hair started breaking off again. 

It has come to my attention that a lot of folks still do not know that my roommate is my mother!  A soror came up to me recently and said who IS THAT PERSON!!!  They sound horrible sometimes!  And I said well she IS horrible sometimes, but it’s my mom!  Putting it into context makes some of what I say make sense.  I have another friend that asked WHY would you get water for your roommate?  And I said because she gets real helpless at night when she is sleepy.  Which she really does.  All day she can manage but as soon as I walk in the door she needs water, or kool-aid, or a cookie OR just anything that will make me walking in the door a task.  Some days I just go upstairs. It’s like I know you have needs and you are probably ready for dinner but I need a minute.  95% of the time I can get it together quickly, but it’s that 5% where I am praying to all the Jesus’ that I need help because I just feel I can’t do it no more.  And I know I hide behind humor a lot, maybe too much sometimes because folks really have no idea.  But it’s funny to me and on the days it’s not, then I don’t laugh.  But here is this 71 year old woman that for a good 30 years of my life was vibrant self-sufficient and then slowly she stopped being like she was.  I think the clue that she stopped being as independent was on that winter day that she totaled her Aveo… then there’s the fact that she bought an Aveo!!  I think they stopped making that car and for good reason, it was a dumb little car LOL She needed some chicken wings, and I mean come on who doesn’t?!?  The Chinese place she was going to was literally down the street.  She got in the car I think there were flurries that day, the car spun around and hit the curb, I think.  She did major damage but I think it was more so that it was such a small car.  Totaled that dumb little car… IT WAS JUST DUMB!!  And small in not even a cute Mini Cooper kinda way… WHEW I digress.  It was a lot of little things until she fell broke her shoulder yadda yadda yadda… then came to live with me. ( I yaddaed a WHOLE series of events LOL)  Now saying that my mother lives with me is not a bad thing, maybe it sounds better than a 40 year old having a roommate which I honestly don’t know which is better or worse.  I do have pretty stern thoughts on people my age living with their parents but sometimes it’s what just needs to happen.  And my mother lives with me, which is different and I started the whole roommate thing as a joke.   I still think it’s funny but maybe not.    She just says and does such funny stuff!  So The Voice is on.  Last week she said ‘Usher is kinda cute!’  This week she asks me Do you think Usher is cute, I said not really she said ‘well he is!’  I mean how do you challenge that?

This project I am on is making me question my sanity.  I know I am not a crazy chick but 3 emails ago my team lead said 1 thing and now he is saying something completely different.  And I am in a total fuck it mode so… good luck with anything getting done today.  After the back and forth emails that we had this morning I have decided I aint doing nothing today!!  I just got caught up on my Black & Sexy series, that would be on the good YouTube which has, and I know I’ve said before, a great deal of content.  I need to get caught up on my Wendy Williams, but the good Kindle decided it needs more juice.  I left my Kindle at work last night and was really concerned about it still being here.  I had a theft at my little desk.  Someone took my charger and the charger adapter.  I know it’s my fault for not locking it up, but really it’s not even for an iPhone.  It was just very random and a violation of my space.  The Kindle was in my desk, so I prayed that no one would take it.  I got it on HSN and it’s not even available anymore.  I was doing some heavy duty calculating on how much a new one would be; thankfully it was where I left it LAWD what was my point? OH so I have to let it charge more so I can watch Wendy! And other shows  because I am (I totally just went on a IMDB digression to look up that character from Office Space whose name I already forgot… and it should be noted when I gave notice from where I work now back in the late 90’s I totally took a ½ day and went to see Office Space… when he had his interview with the ‘consultants’ after he had been hypnotized he said I don’t like work and I’m not gonna do it anymore… yep that’s how I feel right now LOL)  Ummm if you can follow this thought stream then you are special like me!

95% of the people in my building are moving to another building, but not me and 2 of my co-workers.  Why?  Because we are lowly contactors.  They could not be bothered to make sure we had a new home like everyone else.  It’s so funny to me because it just is.  I think either 2 days before or after ‘they’ are gonna be like OH YEAH what about those 3 people?!?  My 1 co-worker thinks they are just gonna move us and not tell us and when we get to work Monday all out stuff is gonna be gone.  The only thing the new building has is water and ice that you can get from the frig without having to touch anything (you know like an ice scoop) and a fuse ball table.  But this aint Google or Zappos, ie FUN places to work so I can bet that those fuse ball tables don’t get used at all.   This brings me to I really wonder how it would be to work at a fun place.  I am searching my brain for all 150elven (see more than just 50eleven) jobs I have had I can’t think of a place that was out and out fun.  The restaurants had fun people working there, but then you had to contend with management.  Even bartending it was the fun job but at one point it stopped being fun too.  Corporate jobs are never fun.  The Country Radio station in Richmond where I interned is about the closest to FUN.   A few years ago, probably when I wasn’t working I google fun jobs and I came across a site that you could shadow people in the field you thought you wanted to work.  I can’t remember how much it cost, but there was fee.  For instance, if you wanted to open a Pizza shop in Baltimore then you might pay to go to a restaurant in Chicago for a week to see what it really takes.  The concept is great. For some it might be OH YEAH and others like OH HELL NO!!  I have worked around enough kitchens to know that is not the type of fun I want, but I still think I have it in me to open a little bar/lounge.  It wasn’t just food related stuff either, it might have been a personal trainer, or a zookeeper; just a whole lot of things some people may never even think about.

styles upon styles upon styles is what I have...

It is just after 2 in the afternoon and I am sitting at my desk struggling to keep both my eyes open at the same time.  I know why I am sleepy today which is actually a good excuse, I went to see Justin Timberlake last night in DC!  It was an awesome show… more on that later.  In general though I have been feeling off and I don’t know what to do to get back on.  Exercise, drugs, food?!?  Who knows?  I certainly don’t!!

Right now I have on Spotify and damned if they don’t keep giving me some slow ass songs.  I really am trying to hold out because I have a limited amount of juice and OH YEAH some son of a biscuit stole my cord and adapter off my desk so I can’t recharge til I get home and I so need this music as distraction.  The battery is in the red zone and it will just turn the hell off when there is no more life to be had.  I know everyone has iPod cord, I do also, but I need a smaller USB one.  I am also singing along which is never good for my co-workers in cubes near me.

So a friend of mine has the ‘Verizon’ hook-up!  You always need to hae friends that have the hook-up (holla if you hear me) at various places.  I really need to home repair hook-up, but I never seem to meet the guy who has that… Anyways, she got the tickets and we went last night.  I was a really interesting mix of people, old, young, black, white and other.  So I can’t claim to be a huge Justin Timberlake fan, I think I only have 1 or 2 cd’s and 1 I know for sure was a bootleg (I know I KNOW I’m not usually htat chick but don’t judge me!!) His most recent cd the 20/20 experience I couldn’t really get behind more than 2 or 3 songs.  And I like to buy the whole cd not just one or 2 songs here and there.  And then he reworked the cd and had additional songs so of course the songs I liked were not all on 1 cd.  I never got it.  Justin Timberlake is one of those artists; I mean how can you not like him?  He has a vast appeal to all sorts of people.  I mean some of the very popular folks today I can see why some people don’t like them, but Justin?  He has universal appeal.  So he comes out to a bear stage.  No band, no dancers, no singers.  The crowd goes wild.  The band and singers appears from the nether regions (LOL) they are elevated to the stage.  The dancers come from various directions and just ever.  And let me stop right here.  Justin has proven that white folks have soul and rhythm OH BUT THEY ALL DON’T!!!  So the lady a few rows up could not find the beat if it was hand delivered to her AND she stood and looked around most of the concert.  I wanted to yell out SIT YOU NO RHYTHM HAVING BUTT DOWN!! So anyway back to Justin.  I mean he put on such a good show, did a 10 minute intermission, got back on stage and then THE STAGE moved to the people in the back of the arena!!  It was so cool!!  I would have been scared shitless had I been under it but no issues last night, everything was smooth.  So then he sings to the people in the back.   Then he does a quick tribute to MJ by sing Human Nature and I almost laid right on the floor!!  I love that song and every version of it including, SWV, Nas, AND Chris Brown so you know I really have love for that song.  He also did a tribute to Elvis.  What I didn’t know if that Justin plays the piano and guitar!!  Always nice to know that pop stars are actual musicians.  So yeah my new goal in life it to be one of his dancers and/or singers whichever comes first. 

This weekend I took my mom to the Patient 1^st.  She is fine but every quarter the was builds up in her ear and it needs to be pulled out.  Her PC doesn’t like to mess with the ears so thankfully her good insurance allowed me to take her there.  There was this one fool in the waiting room who said, ‘are these even legitimate doctors?’ There were about 4 of us in the little semi-circle of chairs.  The dude with the 2 gold teeth and lazy eye but hellified sexy deep voice says ‘yeah they are legit’.  His wife just gives him a look, and I of course say ‘YES they are legit’ then the wife says that was a dumb question and the rest of us agree.  He gets hella defensive and says that a pharmacy in Pikesville opened and gave people fake med.  I gave him a side eye and prayed for them to call us while he decided NOW was the time to be the angry black dude in the Patient 1^st lobby.  If you do doubt the credential of the people in the back WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?!  You have a choice and you choose to come here so just shut it up and stop worrying me and my mama!

it was gonna be more but  I got tired of typing LOL

not to come across as a thug or a hood...

I am feeling very ranty today so here goes:

·         I don’t know who you think you are and why you are but it is rude to text through an entire meeting designed to help you do your job!  AND you came late and started talking about something NOT related to the meeting at hand.  And then why do you have on a suit and tie?  You got the job buddy, it’s business casual around these parts.

·         Speaking of texting and facebooking and tweetting… do you need to do it ALL THE DAMN TIME??  It is beyond rude when folks try to have a conversation but are glued to their phones talking to someone else.  There was a lady on Ask Wendy (y’all know I’m addicted to that show!! How YOU doin!?) who said her husband is always on it for ‘work’.  I’m sitting there like yeah WORK… or his side piece.  Wendy was nicer than I would have been

·         The bathroom…. I need to key to the executive washroom that is cleaned every hour because these fools on my floor have taken nasty to a new level and I might just hold it for the rest of the day to avoid it all!!

·         Do you ever look at someone and then they start talking about their kids and you think eewww someone had sex with you?!?  I know it’s mean…  I never claimed to be a nice chick, just random!

·         I know I look cute in my little skirt and tights today, but lady with the rainbow flag on your van , this ain’t for you!!!  Please stop looking so hard!

·         So instead of 1 person coming to the building for a meeting,  I along with my 2 co-workers have to bundle up and go to your building?!?  Well at least this meeting is not RIGHT after lunch, the coke (coca-cola not the snortable kind) has some time to take effect… I hope!!

 

The above was a random day last week and yet I’m still feeling ranty this week:

·         The sad thing about reality shows is that these are people’s real lives.  They are just foolish enough to act a FOOL on camera for money and for all to see.

·         On that note Peter Gunz must be packing so much heat that no one bothers to look at how unattractive he is. And is it ME or the onliest rap song  from him is Déjà vu?

·         You KNOW he (whoever he is) is sleeping with other women, what made you thing you were special and/or that you could change him?

·         Why is everyone on this show beige?  It’s a mix of Black folks and Latinos but everyone has this odd beige color. 

·         I am learning a new processing system and while it will look good on the ole resume I need the remedial class to figure out what the hell to do.  And I probably would do better if my smug SOB of a co-worker didn’t ‘get it’ so quickly.  I feel like an idiot and I’m so NOT an idiot so I need to get it to gether!!!

 

RHOA – The shenanigans!

So I really haven’t been watching this show and definitely not been talking about it much.  I’ve sorta been watchin at it this season.  Now I won’t lie I got stuck in a marathon one Saturday afternoon so I really do know what’s going on.  But the shenanigans that just went down these past few episodes are so ridiculous.  The bottom line is I have a new found respect for Kandi.  Not that I don’t respect the other women, I don’t know them.  But Kandi acted a fool, said she acted a fool, and then apologized for acting said fool!!  Everyone else seemed to play the blame game.  The other woman is Porsha!  When the fight went down, she left!!  Grown folks don’t need to stick around when there is nonsense going on.  She said to her sister we need to go, and then Ne Ne running behind her like where you going?!?  She has done and said some un-smart things this season, but that right there bordered on genius.  I don’t care for Kenya but it did seem a bit odd that no one had her back, WELL not really because she keeps a lot of mess going.  But what she said that made perfect sense is that Ne Ne stirred the pot and then when things went down, she wanted to wipe her hands clean like she had nothing to do with it.  I don’t like Ne Ne’s spirit, to me it seems off.  She’s just not humble, and I am big on humility.  You have to appreciate everything in life.  Some of the men… I mean HUSBANDS frequent strip clubs.  I’m not a wife and I don’t know that I dated anyone that had an affinity for going to strip clubs so I honestly don’t know how I feel about my man going there often.  But Ne Ne per her usual had to brake something down that didn’t need braking.  She said men have sex, get blow jobs and more.  Not all strippers do that and not all men want that… well I at hope.  As for Apollo and Phaedra, I’m not sure she bought his excuse of trying to break up the fight.  He looked like he was out for blood, AND he wasn’t even defending Phaedra.  It was such a bad look.  Then Cynthia who is an instigator and doesn’t admit to anything; no one asked you what you thought about Kandi and Todd, but yet you felt it your duty to report what other people were saying.  Really girl? And then her sister, now I love my sister just as much if not more than the next chick, but she ain’t just gonna pop up unannounced and say she’s staying for 3 months.  WHO DOES THAT?!?! I already didn’t’ like her for trying to block the wedding a few seasons ago.  Cynthia apologized for allegedly what her sister did but not her part in the melee… well ALMOST melee because I do believe Kandi would have beat her AND the sister down!  I probably will continue to watch just to see what happens but my girl Wendy said she was DONE with the housewives! 

RAWR RAWR... like a dungeon dragon

I was just about to say I HATE WAL-MART!!!  Words that I never thought I would utter ever.  I mean the love I have had for this store has been DEEP!!  I first fell in love in Petersburg VA when I started school at the good Virginia State University in August 1991 (I don’t know the exact date LOL).  So it goes back a ways for me.  Over the years I have seen stellar customer service just dwindle.  I have seen people come to MY store looking any kinda ways and I do mean ANY WAY; both with my own eyes and on the great site The People of Wal-Mart.  And I have taken it all in stride.  I still go, and defend the store.  Last fall I filled my prescription and it was significantly less than when I had it filled at the Rite-Aid.  So I am usually a happy camper when I go.  BUT… here lately I have been going a lot more lately to the pharmacy because I have to fill my mother’s prescriptions.  Some adjustments had to be made with all of the things she takes and I’m there.  The pharmacist sees me coming.  SO here is my issue.  Wal-Mart pharmacists are the busiest most disgruntle looking people in the world.  They NEVER smile, they only look up occasionally and then look like they are shooting daggers and it trickles down to the cashier/techs.  They move with the speed of just under the flow of molasses.   Today I go there and thankfully was no one was there in line but that means NOTHING!  They still move slow.  SO I stand there and say HELLO everybody, anybody…  The little girl, OH LAWD where do I start, so she has this weave that has burgundy and blonde.  She has this too bright red-orange lipstick.  Now you know, I like a good red lip, but that was just wrong.  Then she had those damn eyelashes.  BAD BAD BAD!!!  I don’t think she could even see me. It really did look like a caterpillar crawled up on her eye (someone on FB said that) and died!  So what sets me off more than anything is when I am attempting to be nice and I am dismissed.  This chick says last name.  HUH?!?  Oh no niceties, no hello? oh ok… I give her my info and she proceeds to look for the bag with the meds.  So ANOTHER thing that brought me almost to the edge is when I went there last week, they tech says to me oh we don’t have the other prescription in stock.  EXCUSE ME??  So how was I supposed to know that?  I called the day before for it to be filled, so if it was out of stock can I get a call or text or something??  Why am I getting penalized for you not having my drugs?  She looked at me like it was ME.  So today I walk in there pumping myself up like EVERYTHING WILL BE OK!!  I walk into the store as several police and security are escorting some woman out. OH GREAT!! So I size the situation up real fast because there was just a shooting at Columbia Mall this weekend and folks are just… well you never know.  The have her in handcuffs and I don’t see a gun so I proceed.  I have on regular shoes but I can run if need be.  I am not the chick that stands around to see stuff going down.  She is fussing about them pushing her out the door, but I have NO IDEA what she did.  There is nothing that costs enough at Wal-Mart for me to want to steal and then get caught.  I get to the counter… and see above so I was just about as pissed as I could get.  BUT THEN… I need cat food for my cat.  She is just about on the verge of starving (not really) so I go into the outdoor dept and the little guy with dreds (I still love dreds) comes out of his department and points me in the right direction and then proceeds to walk me almost there.  AND THEN... I need a cart because I aint carrying no cat food and the cashier had one and gave it to me.  Then the regular (non-pharmacist) cashier says “Hello!  How is your day going?” Really?!?!  Thanks for asking!!  Balance is restored in Wal-Mart land.

Real Random…

I am listening to the Low End Theory - Tribe Called Quest.  This was my shiznit freshman year at VSU!!! I’m sitting here tripping at how many lyrics I know!! ‘I never ½ step cause I’m not a ½ stepper’ ‘I never walk the streets thinking it’s all about me  even though deep in my heart IT REALLY COULD BE!’ ‘MIC PLEASE’ ‘how far must go to gain respect …. UUUMMMM’ ‘Industry rule #4080 record company people are SHADY... so kids watch ya back cause I think they smoke crack I don’t doubt it LOOK AT THEY ACT!!’ ‘Boomin in ya boomin in ya JEEP’ ‘SO LOW KEY that you probably missed it!!’ ‘HERE WE GO YO!’ ‘I could give a damn about an ill subliminal’ ‘RAWR RAW like a dungeon DRAGON!!’   I swear I just don’t know what the hell these kids are saying today!! OK so not to be outdone I am now listening to Midnight Marauders.  ‘Ludicrously speedy or infectious with the  slo mo’ ‘Back in 89 I simply slid into place’ ‘Lyrics anonymous never hear me copy’ ‘I’m like em brown yellow Puerto Rican and Haitian’

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It is very interesting to see the patterns people exhibit.  I have purposely not spoken to my weird ass co-worker to see if he will.  He hasn’t since he started working here so I’m not sure why I think he will start today.  Calling people is also another experiment.  I have often tried to see how long it will take someone to call me even though I call often to make sure they are ok.  Last night on Being Mary Jane part of the story she was doing was a woman who died and no one noticed for 3 years.  I think that is a bit extreme and exaggerated, but I often wonder how long it will take someone to miss me.  Well now since I have the 71 year old roommate maybe a little less time.  She would miss me but then how long would it take for her to call anyone?  I wonder.  I think my train of thought was that sometimes we miss the signs that are right in front of us.  I know I miss the writing on the wall sometimes.  And sometimes I just ignore it.

The big news of the day is that it’s snowing!  But its winter and I live in the Mid-Atlantic sooooo… why is that news again?  I am from Pittsburgh, went to school in it and learned to drive in it, since I am a January baby, snow is such a nonfactor.  I get up clean off my car and go to work!  I expect everyone to do that.  But not so here in Baltimore.  They actually closed everything and I do mean EVERYTHING even before one snow flake fell.  And I get it; I mean at least I think I do.  God forbid if I say something to anyone here or further south.  The explanation is that ‘they’ aren’t prepared.  But YEAH ‘they’ kinda are!  It probably wouldn’t faze me if I was in an industry that didn’t keep moving no matter what the weather and if I was a full-time employee. But both of these for me are not true.  I work in the financial industry and when the stock market is on, so are we.  Now what I do specifically is not that essential, but I am a lowly contractor thankful for my job, if I don’t work, I don’t eat.  And I’m not trying to be so dramatic, but it’s really real, I mean I won’t starve immediately mostly because I have lots of extra layers, and some cash in reserve, but you know what I mean!

This past Friday I went after saying I needed several drinks on the good Facebook a friend of mine said that a DJ I hadn’t seen in years was playing at a spot in Baltimore.  I had never heard of this place, The WindUp.  The powers that be are revamping North Ave. it’s called ‘Station North’.  I guess in part to separate it from its hood tendencies.  At any rate after I found a parking spot comically in front of Club Choices (put ya guns up what’s up WHAT’S UP!!) and then proceeded to read the meter information to see if I needed to pay.  I don’t mess with getting tickets in Baltimore City so thankfully the Asian guy from the restaurant told me I didn’t need to put money in there.  There was a homeless dude that looked like he was about to get out of pocket but what he didn’t know is he was gonna get a massive beat down.  He stayed in his lane!  So I’m all excited Kommie Pig which is a food truck is outside of the place.  I get a hotdog because I just needed a little something.  The random guy in front of me says I have to try the potato salad.  I didn’t want anything mayonnaisey yet his response was well don’t worry about the calories.  Lookey here little boy, let me concern myself with calories and my butt.  The food truck dude gives me a fork and I ensure there are no cooties and give a taste.  Pretty good!!  Now even though the cover was only 5 bucks I still managed to get there before you had to pay.  I can be real frugal that way. LOL I find some seats next to the break dancing ‘cypher’; you know what I’m not even sure if that’s what you call it but it was a bunch of kids in a circle trying to 1 up each other by break dancing which I didn’t even know was popular. At the point where there were too many flat asses in my face I decided to move.  I met my friend and her boyfriend at the bar.  I should say I don’t really do clubs to much anymore, HOWEVER in the name of getting out there more I have been to a few places this month.  My issue is I don’t like crowds, I don’t like to be pushed; I don’t like you dancing all up on me.  I just need my own little space and corner and I’m good.  So I decided that I would make my way to the wall and either lean or dance whatever the song called for.  This is a mixed club but it is mostly 20something Baltimore hipsters who are an odd yet interesting bunch to say the least. I get to the wall and begin my lean and then the DJ put on something that deserved a lil 2 step.  The crew to my right were drunk white girls.  **LOUD SIGH** Please leave me alone and more importantly don’t spill your drink on me.  So one decided I needed to be her best friend.  HEY!!! YOU CAN JOIN OUR CIRLCE!!!  Ummm… no thanks I’m good right here.  NO NO NO!!!! JOIN OUR CIRCLE!!!  So I move a little more to the left.  I don’t know where the blind dude came from but all of a sudden there was a guy in the middle of the floor with a big ass seeing eye stick… wait what do you call them?  A big cane that blind people use.  A CANE.  This is very curious to me because no one is helping him.  Not that he needed help… but yeah he kinda did.  I kept looking around to see where his friends were.  I think the dudes dancing near him were his friends but it was strange.  He persists to bumping into EVERYONE around him… well cause he’s blind.  But wait is he really blind?  Naturally he makes his way to me and I’m standing there like DAMMIT WHY ME?!?!  I am just trying to post up and wait for Rich Medina, the DJ.  He of course bumps into me and steps on my toes, but I take it for a bit, well you know cause he’s blind.  Now I may have imagined this but I coulda swore he reached for the girls.  I stood there for a second like DID THIS FOOL (BLIND FOOL) JUST TRY TO TOUCH MY GOODIES?!?!?  So I move more to the left.  Now I am smack dab in the middle of black Baltimore hipsters who CANNOT DANCE.  The one guy was dancing so hard I was really afraid for my life, he was dancing like Elaine (from Senfield LOL).  At this point I have had all the ‘partying’ I can handle for one night.  I move more to the left and now in front of the speakers and it is just way too loud for my 40 year old self LOL.  I found my friends got my coat that I hung up.  I’m not sure why I thought it was ok to do that, but I am pretty trusting and it was still there.  I went to the back just as Rich came on, but at this point I am so sleepy and the floor is concrete and it just about murdered my back.  I listen for maybe another ½ hour and then I’m out.  I was going to hit up the food truck again but they were moving slow and I needed to sit…. You know cause I’m 40 now!!

When my initial response to something is ‘how the fuck does that help me?’ I know I need to take a step back before responding…  Responding with that potty mouth will not get me anywhere so I should woosai…  I’m turning up my music which is good mix from Gilles Peterson basement session.  Maybe if I get up and do a little kneegrow 2-step I’ll feel even better!?  The folks would really think I’m crazy then.

I guess I shouldn’t be mad when they don’t celebrate my birthday at work when I never bother to tell anyone… but then they never bother to ask.  Hmmm…. And then when they DO celebrate someone whose birthday is near mine I get a lil funky.  I guess I can’t have it both ways LOL