Senioritis
*sigh*
...How did I figure something (and in my case, someONE'S) would wait until I was THIS
*pinches forefinger and thumb together* close to graduation before they decided to piss me off. I mean really, what is this? "Piss Kesha" off week or something? I mean, really, I wish some of you could just walk in my shoes. Here's what a day consists of:
5:20 in the A.M.Daddy calls to make sure I'm up. I'm so fuckin tired from the previous day, I hit snooze. Don't get up 'till after 6.6:30 in the A.M.I drag myself outta bed...wash my face...pop a slice of ham in my mouth...brush my teeth. Oh, and I'm supposed to be at work by 8:30. Go figure. Get dressed. Ponytail my hair.7:30 in the A.M.walk 10 minutes (now it's 7:40) to the bus stop because my freakin' car is fucked. A car my oh so great father promised to fix. Go figure.A quarter till 8 in the A.M. the bus just zooms on by my ass...i'm offically late for work. I call in so I can keep my shitty ass jobA quarter till 9 in the A.M. get to work...good morning every one...go to my seat. Oh yeah...intensive SAP (it's a new HR system) training. Hell. 5 hours of this shit. No breaks. Oh yeah, I'm not getting paid extra for this shit either. So guess what? I'm taking a damn book break. I'm talking a damn surf the net break too. Fuck whoever has something to say about it too.Throughout the damn day...Coworkers asking me stupid ass questions. "Where's the coffee?" I don't drink that shit! "You know where the paper go?" Hell no!...I swear, they don't pay me enough for this shit. Momma rings my celly 50 bazillion times. "Did you do my resume yet?" "Did you apply for jobs A, B, and C online for me yet?"...DAMN...I DON'T HAVE TIME.oh, and K.I.M (keep in mind), I have midterms coming up. Yeahafter 2 in the freakin' P.M....I finally eat lunch. Again, coworkers askin more stupid ass questions. Questions they should already know the fuckin answers to. Questions KESHA ain't gettin paid to answer. still gotta maintain my plastic smile and white voice. Would you fuck off already? I'm eating.10 till 5 in the P.M....I'm out this piece...deuces! Boss Lady calls my name...I act like I can't hear, because she will continue talkin to my ass I'd never get home. Ghetto hoodlums on the train " Loud talkin...cussin around babies...etc etc. I pop an Advil. I have a fuckin' headache.around 5:30 in the P.M.i'm on the train...book in lap...mindin my bid'ness....old guy next to me decides to chat it up. Look dude, no offense, but I'd rather not have a conversation. Continues to try to read. Fuckers on the train won't shut up. I can't concentrate. *sigh*...brothers in jail keep ringin my celly...I can't and don't answer answer because 1)does anybody help Kesha pay her phone bill? With long distance on the shit? HELL NO 2) You have to put 25 or 50 dollars on there to accept phone calls. Do anybody throw Kesha a dolla? 5 dollas? to help with this shit? HELL NO! 3) it's before 9 and 4) I just don't feel like fuckin talkin and three-wayin and hearin' about the white man tryna bring a brotha down, and "come visit" when that's a four to five hour downside and the other shit that comes from being poor and gettin locked up in the first fuckin place. *sigh*A little after 8. Still ain't home.......some heffa rings my celly...DAMN, i'mmma just turn the shit off. I check the message. So my sister decides to give some house leasing lady my information. Now the heffa won't stop ringin my celly...this heffa is worser than a Jehovah's Witness ringin my celly four times a day and shit. Okay here's a clue: I JUST WANT A LITTLE PEACE!...IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR??! DAMN!10 in the P.M....I get home...Momma pissed off that I didn't do her resume...okay, can't you people realize ..I got other (see: IMPORTANT) shit to do ?!?12 in the A.M. I finally get into the shower. Hit the sack, and prepare to fail my midterm.Labels: ...venting
I need to VENT!
Man, could my
day get any
worse?
I had planned on waking up early, (and I did...5 am to be exact), but I snoozed my alarm one time to many. No biggie, I'm going to my old Elementary School (ICE, 1989-1996 bay bay!) to vote (you already know...Obama all the way!), I vote (it took all of 5 minutes), and leave, when my car starts actin' shitty... haddaya know...my shit won't crank now.so I wait a good 15 minutes, talkin' to the car like i'm skitzy (come on baby...you know you wanna crank), and boom, I get the car to crank (damn!...i need to try that more often!)
so I'm going back home, cuz I damn sure don't trust this plucker to get me to the station, and whaddaya know...the oil light comes on.
*sigh* ...I have no choice but to pull into QT, and that shit is packed like a voting booth was in THAT ma'fucka...oh man...big ass trucks, SUV's all in my way....so I get two bottles of oil, a doughnut (hell, I might as well cancel my McDonald's Trip), and head back to my car.
I get approached by a guy, lookin like he could be my daddy or something. Of all days, this dude decides he wants to bother me. "you need any help?" No I don't. "how come your MAN ain't up here helping you?" "see, if I was yo Man, i'da fix'd yo car!" blah blah blah....*sigh*...I'm having a bad day. PLEASE BEGONE! Nigga still lookin over here. *sigh*
I
grab the dipstick...check the oil, and whaddaya know...I don't need any. WTF?...so I gets back in the car, and notice this same old bat coming my way in the rearview. I lock the doors and pull out my cell. Ma'fucka taps my window, leaving greasy ass fingerprints in the process. I JUST cleaned them Saturday too *sigh* I grab my steering club. Crack the window. "What?" "What's the oldest guy you'll date?". *sigh* I roll the window back up. Dial 911 and just LOOK at this dude. He gets the message and goes on 'bout his bid'ness.
so I pray a couple of times, and BOOM!..the car cranks! (Gawd is good!) I'm takin this mug back home. I'm going, traffic is HELL man, HELL! If I stop at a redlight, the damn car might cut off, so I'm like, come on people!...come on people!... I'm behind a slow poke, so I zoom through an almost red light. DC (that's Dekalb County Police) gets right behind my ass. I'm like, shit! I do NOT need no tickets. So I slows down. Pray they didn't see me run the yella light. The Cop stays behind me for a good 3 minutes, then moves on. Thank Goodness!~I'm literally 5 minutes away from home, and the car starts coughin...WTF...this mug finsta cut off again!?
*sigh* I throw on my emergency blinkers, because I feel the car strugglin. At the first drive intrance, which just happens to be some kinda quickemart, I turn in, and the wheel locks on my ass, So I throw it in park. Hell, I ain't tryna start rolling now. I call my mommie, ask her to try and crank it later on, cuz I gotta head on to work. And Lawd knows, I don't need to be missin any money!
So I wait a good 10 minutes at the nearest bus stop, and damn near miss the bus tryna get away from some woman tryna make my lungs black with all that smoking. I mean damn!
The bus takes FOR-fuckin-EVER to get to the train station. Why? Because dude stops at every other stop, and doesn't pull off until the money is in the tank. And why is it that EVERY SINGLE PERSON that got on had nickels and dimes? DAMN, I'll pay your way. Just drive the fuckin' bus already.
I call work (we have a 2 hour grace period during voting) to let 'em know that I was on my way. ALSO, to let my temp know what she should be workin on if she happens to finish what I left her yesterday before I got there. Why when I get here, the temp is gone elsewhere? I inquire, and they tell me, "oh, *BILL* got her doing something for him". Excuse me? Maybe *BILL* should've got them to hire him is OWN damn temp. Hell no, I'mma have a meeting with somebody about this shit.
So Mommy went to vote...she calls and says the junk just won't crank. Damn. I call StateFarm, let 'em know I need it towed, blaazy sqaazy. Looks like i'mma have to miss class, because i broke down in the hood, and I be damned if one of these fuckers fucks with my car--whether it can crank or not
.....to be continued......
Labels: ...venting, *names have been changed to protect the guilty*
