Fools at work

Well, I survived Thanksgiving.  After last year deciding to spend the

holiday with some family members that I don't spend that much time with, I

was reminded why I spend time with my own family.  Don't get me wrong,

everyone has some special people in their family, but last year was just too

much, folks adding slices of ham to their ice cream and shit was too much

for me to handle this year, so I went home.



Hung out with some people from high school and am reminded why I don't hang

out or speak to most of them that often.  Those MF's are crazy!  My friend's

little brother recently stabbed their dad, folks are scheming on how to move

back in with their parents, trying to finish up their associates degrees (10

years after high school), and as I sat at lunch, I was trying to convince

this girl that she could do so much more with her life than be a waitress in

hopes of being promoted to be a bartender, but somewhere along the line, I

gave up and realized that we're just in two different places.



It was tough to come back to work after a few days off, but these MF's just

make it worse by jumping all into the Christmas spirit.  They've been

playing Christmas music non-fucking-stop for the past two days!!!



And I'm talking about that really, really wack Christmas music, not that Lou

Rawls shit like moms used to play.  I really, really can't stand Christmas

music, not only because of how all of the people who don't celebrate

Christmas are bombarded by it non-stop for a month, but it's freakin'

everywhere!!! Every elevator, every store, every storefront window, lights

on trees, on houses.  I've had enough of it already, I'm not sure how I'm

going to last.





Then there are these fools in the accounting department.  Don't get me

wrong, I LOVE my black folks, but in an office environment, it is not always

appropriate to celebrate the ghetto tendencies that some of our people have.

 I'm not saying don't be proud of where you come from, but know when it is

and is not appropriate to express yourself.



So my girl brout in 2 Miracle Whip sandwiches decorated inside with

doritos(spicy of course) and of course someone said "Man that looks

horrible!". And she said,



"Fool, I gets DOWN wit the MDub n Reeto combo."



........ I turned and walked out of the office.  But why did she have a

tupperware drinking flask with Koolaid in it too??? Are you fucking

serious??? Tupperware flasks???... I mean, sure sometimes you just need

koolaid to set the meal off right, but I mean this is one of those flasks

with the mouth of it way too big to sip out of so I know she was going to be

all mustached up by the end of lunch......



When asked, "Why Doritos?" It was discovered that she was using the doritos

as a cheese substitute............ "Doritos on hamburgers... thats a good

cheeseburger..."



The rest of the Black folks in accounting just smiled and nodded, all others

were like wtf???  It's not like this is the first time for that shit either.

 I've seen it happen over and over, and the shit is just embarrasing!  Why

I feel the need to take on the guilt that these people obviously don't have,

is beyond me.  But bologna is NOT a cold cut okay??  Roast beef, turkey,

ham, sure.  But some burnt up pressed pig ass???  What trips me out is how

this one girl not only put some mustard on it, with some cheese, but then

she put it in the fucking toaster oven????  Like it was reminiscent of some

sort of Quiznos sandwich or something..  But the best line of them all

was when asked if she was broke, she replied,



"Fuck naw, i'm coordinatin my loot."



Coordinate on my friend.........



-c



CD of the moment: Art of Noise - "daft"