Posts from — September 2008

I’ve always loved Tribe Called Quest and that was definitely due to Q-Tip!  Wasn’t feeling that Vivrant Thing phase he went through but man I’m diggin’ his new groove….

T.

Just what I needed! It’s 2am and I’m taking a break. 

The other night I discovered the most wonderful channel ever, The Africa Channel.  I haven’t been watching much TV so i’m not sure when it first aired but I’m super thirlled about this new discovery.

I’m here watching Generations,  a South African soap opera. This is the business!

Man this reminded me that I have so many more places I want to travel to. I’m dying to see Victoria Falls and shop in the Cape.

Anyway, if you have Time Warner, its channel 87!

T.

What a F*in day! 

For the last few days I’ve been in this office until 8 preparing for this new portion of this gig, and canI just tell you i’m more tired than anything I’ve ever known.  Why did my supervisor just tell me that the chick who is suppose to come in and assist my position is having second thoughts because of her communte!!!

Communte? This Heffa lives in the mofo BRONX!!!   B*t@ch! The chicks communte isn’t nearly as horrific as my 2hr 15 mins I spend trekking to this gig come hell or high waters. She has got to be kidding me; thats a welfare trick in the damn making. I work in the City, that’s one straight train ride from the BX to here and she’s complaing about the communte? Has she seen the job market out there? You know what, f&ck it! She has every right not to take this job, better yet I hope she doesn’t; because if she thinks she’s going to come in this b*tch and disrupt the flow of this office, she done lost her mufungo eating mind!

I don’t think there’s a single person who hates their job more than I… These people are absolutly ridiculous in their thought processes.  You have grown crossdressing lama like humans who can’t even enter basic data into a simple excel spreadsheet!! Like WTF? I had one come ask me to sit with her and show her how to and to do the input.  She must have been on that kush.

Everyday I wake up saying today is going to be better than the day before and look at what I have to fucking deal with.  Things have gotten so bad I have to read passages from this book:

WUsaaaa

I don’t know it’ s going to help this time, maybe i’ll have to sip on some scotch to sooth the ache.

T.

Ever since I could remember my culture ( Guyanese/West Indian) has had these little sub-cultural nuances. From a small age you’re taught not to “eat from people”, meaning, you eat what’s in you own home and make do with that. Don’t go eating from any and everyone as you don’t know the cleanliness of that person, you don’t know how the meal was prepared and you don’t know if they wukkin lil Obeah/juju on you and your food.  Never mind the fact we all go to the local Chinese store* and order that 4 chicken wing and pork fried rice special that comes with the Welches grape soda.  Nevertheless, ever since I was taught that great ole lesson, I’ve become quite the scornful/leery puppy when it comes to eating anything from anyone.

So today at work as I sit here Jammin to Machel Montano & a lil Destra, this Asian woman comes up o my desk and gives me a plum.  I damn well know I ain’t ever gon put my lil lips to that fruit but I smile, say thank you and continue to JAM HARD! (and yes i’m doing work!) As she’s walking away now, I go to move this piece of fruit and look what the hell I see:

Do you notice anything?    Do you see them NASTY open wounds?!    Please believe the image is not distorted, this heffa did indeed give me a fruit with jook jook holes in it! Like WTF? And I know she knows it had jook jook holes because the wretch put the jook jook side to the bottom when she placed it on my desk. The nerve of this fucktard*.

She very lucky i’m Jammin to lil new Machel Montano or she woulda really romp wit de ORIGINAL GUYANESE DON DA DA!!

T.

WHY??

Why do people notice your anger, ask you what’s wrong, you begin to tell them and then they want to tell you to, “Take it easy…”?!!

HUH????

I’m annoyed, perterbed,insencesed, agitated, and every other adjective to describe highly bothered and you gon tell me to “take it easy..”??  That’s just going to further make me want to lash you in the neck with a pork shoulder! Dork face.

WHY???

Why do clients come into someones office reeking of nasty Marlboro cigs while HACKING up a black lung and feel the disgusting need to spit that nasty bilious phlegm into my good aloe infused Kleenex?!! WTHell !! Why would you not excuse yourself and go to the lavatory? Were you raised by wild boars in the depths of the congo jungle? No class!

WHY???

Why does this particular worker feel the need to cut his nails while sitting in his office? Who does that at work?! Ick!

WHY???

Why do people go off on a f*ckin tangent and never finish the original discussion?

WHY???

Why does this woman think she’s going to play me? I will have her know that I’m slicker than the average and will be on her like a homeless man to a sidewalk! She betta ask somebody.

T.

I remember it as if it were yesterday.

I remember the moment we met.

I remember the moment we shook hands.

The moment we first embraced, hugged and started our engines.

All outside noises faded and distractions removed and so we began.

I remember the first time I smelled his cologne.

I remember the first real kiss and not that superficial peck. 

I remember the taste of his tongue, the feel of his buttery soft lips, the feel of the release of pressure when our lips parted.

I remember it all.

I remember how and why it all ended but sometimes its just better to remember and savor the good just as much as we remember the bad.

A simple Ode to April 2007 - August 2007**…