It's a mix. I can't strictly call it snow, 'cuz it's too heavy. It's falling in sheets and it's making the road icy. Fuck that. I walk out and see the ground covered and I immediately wanna go back in and head for the bed.
Next Thursday I'll be in Tampa eating turkey and watching the Lions lose. High 70s, low 80s. Likely dodging Black Friday sales that my mother will be trying to drag TAD to. And I'll be trying to smuggle as many deviled crabs as I can back north when I return.
I think it's the high water mark of my current incarnation when the only thing I have to complain about is the weather.
And my staff. Oh yeah. I forgot them.
At 4:58 yesterday, a mere two minutes before I was leaving to go tend to a splitting headache, my secretary dashes in. "You have a minute?"
I looked at her with what must have been an incredulous expression. "What?!? What is it?"
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to let you know that I think Wispy would do a great job in the secretarial spot we're about to have vacant. We work well together and..."
"Wispy works well where she is. We make personnel decisions based on our needs. We need her where she is."
They come in one after another day after day, taking turns propping each other up and tearing each other down. If you're either too stupid to realize the core reason for my headache or too selfish to give a fuck, I'm not paying for it with my mental health either way.
The next day, today, before my coat was off, before I'd tasted coffee or turned on my computer, a broad came in to complain about a co-worker. Talking about how she's incompetent and she's lazy, then making sure I didn't think she was a bigot because the lady she was tearing down was Black. All in all, it wasn't worth it to bring my headache back first thing in the morning.
This'll probably be the last time I blog about work for awhile. I need to maintain my sanity.
KZ
8 comments:
Okay, why do I feel like I'm READING what my Hunny actually says after he gets home from work? Too spooky (minus the snow stories of course).
And yeah I'm the only one in my home looking forward to black friday shoppin too! *clappin hands*
it's nice that you have a lady friend to bring home for the holidays. Once again some man whom I'm not interested in introducing my family to is trying to weasel his way into a meal with me on Thanksgiving...
I am clearly the reason why I'm single.
We just had a company pot luck. I thought about you as I had a liquid lunch and polished off a bottle of red wine in the midst of all of my co workers mid-day...
Let them eat cake I say!
Hey Z!
I haven't commented in awhile. Just stopped by to show some love and let you know that I have been checking you out on the low during my hiatus...
Peace
@Aly
Your man probably has the same EXACT problems I do. Everybody's crazy in very similar ways. LOL
My mother will be waking us up at 4 am to go Christmas shopping is a nightmare of a tradition.
@AJ
I've been there too. My favorite response used to be "You can meet my mother at my funeral".
Ain't nothing wrong with being single and choosy, as opposed to married and settling for less.
LMMFAO!!! I'm glad you avoided actually eating the food.
@Ming
WTF!?! I'm glad to see you haven't completely abandoned us little bloggers as you go off and do big things. It's good to see you!
KZ
I'm going shopping. I hate shopping. I don't like the broads at your job either. Just quit and get a job in the D...stay for a year...get comfotable with married life then move the family to... somewhere. Nut that promise!....can you not find a btter job in SA...so the kids can have that promise.
I have never understood people who go into the boss just to cut down another employee. Pathetic.
Enjoy your turkey day.
Have a safe flight. I saw on CNN where the President is opening up extra flight paths just so your plane can get down south faster.
Black Friday is serious! Make sure to tell MomZed and TAD to tie up their hair, take their earrings out, wear sneakers and take a stretch beforehand, safety first!
Enjoy
will you be having crab shala(sp?)
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