enosynce is virtuous

My Baby ;-(

Labels: ...this shit right HERE..., ...venting, car

posted by ~Kesh @ 9/19/2008 11:34:00 AM 0 Comments

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 job

A 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. Yeah

after 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

posted by ~Kesh @ 2/29/2008 10:46:00 AM 0 Comments

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*

posted by ~Kesh @ 2/05/2008 10:11:00 AM 1 Comments

My top 10 "F@%& him girl" lyrics for V-Day

...yup...right here in crimson "go to hell red" text. Screw everybody who had a traditional "oh so wonderful" Valentine's Day. And all you dudes who didn't participate...screw yall too!

Here's for coping ladies. Enjoy while eating candy from your damn self!

1. "I hate you so much right now.....aaaarrrggghh!" -- Kelis
2. "So since i'm not your everything, how about I'll be nothing at all to you?" --Beyonce
3. "I don't want you stayin' around...if I make you so miserable...if you don't want me, then to talk to me!" -- Fantasia
4. "I get tired of your shit...you don't never buy me nothing" ..."everytime you come around, you gotsta bring Jim, James, Paul and Tyrone" -- Erykah Badu
5. "I tried to be blind to your game...deep down I knew you wouldn't come around" -- Brandy
6. "I used to think that I wasn't fine enough...and I used to think that I wasn't wild enough...but I won't waste my time tryna figure out...why you're playing games, what's this all about?" -- Keyshia Cole
7. "I said I wanna be with you, so why'd you have to go and run away?...is it 'cuz you weren't true, and you never had plans to stay?" -- Nivea
8. "I was a fool to let you break me down...to think, by now, that I wouldn't know just what to expect from you" -- Xscape
9. "hey ladies, why is it that men can go do us wrong?...Why is it that we just decide to keep holding on? Why is it that, we never seem to have the strength to leave?" -- Destiny's Child
10. "look how I smile, all you did was help the next man...this relationship has made me who I am" -- Brandy

Labels: ...venting

posted by ~Kesh @ 2/16/2007 11:20:00 AM 0 Comments

I'm FED UP with DELL!

...I have a Dell Inspiron 1200 notebook...which is pretty decent for me, as a college student. I got for $500 back in August (2005). I also had high-speed Comcast internet (actually, I didn't pay for this one, but I'll get into that later).

Everything is working nicely, up until December of last year. I'm unable to get onto the internet, which I need espeically for school purposes. I call the Dell people, get transferred about 50 million times, and they tell me that I need to talk to my ISP, which is Comcast. I call Comcast...the woman tells me to clear my cookies, check this, check that, etc., still nothing. She informs me that I need to talk with Dell...that I may have an "internal problem" that should be fixed. Didn't I just call those fuckers? *sigh*

I was hoping to get it fixed by this semester, but screw it. Since I was unable to get online, I just let Comcast cancel it. Plus my "20 bucks for 3 months" deal was up anyways. If I can't log on, I sure as hell aint paying for no internet. Back to square one.

Three keys on my keyboard popped off, so I call Dell....tell them what the Comcast lady said....tell them about my popped keys....I have to REPLACE the ENTIRE keyboard! I ask how much....10 bucks...I'm cool....Dell guy tells me that it's a "self" type of thing---they'll sent it along with instructions, and I can install it myself. I'm like, cool. He tells me there's nothing he can do about my "internal problems" unless I have the internet. Well they'd better fix my shit within 24 hours. That's my logic *sigh*. This was Sunday.

Come Monday, my keyboard arrives in the mail. Guess what's missing? THE FUCKING INSTRUCTIONS! *sigh*...once again, I call the Dell people....it goes a little like this:

Robot: thank you for calling Dell. We love serving you....all of our representatives are currently serving other customers...please wait on the line for the next available representative.....BEEP BEEP

Me: 99 bottles of beer on the wall.....99 bottles of beer..

....I wait a good 15 minutes before I'm connected to a human. and that so called "classical" music was hurting my damn ears. I would rather hear nothing than to hear that. At LEAST play some Jazz. Sheesh.

Dude: thank you for calling DELL. My name is *Dave*. To verify your account, may I have your first and last name?

Me: WTF? Sure, um...(I tell him my name)

Dude: Kesha? how do you spell that?

Me: *sigh* K-E-S-H-A......no I

Dude: mm hmm...now what's your address and telephone number?

Me: WTF ....*i tell the info*

Dude: ok....*type type type*....and what's your service tag number, and express service code?

Me: *struggles to locate info*...um,....*i tell info*

Dude: thank you. Now Ms. Kesha, what seems to be the problem?

....up to this point, I was on the line for about 8 minutes. I explain my problem.

Dude: oh um....well...we don't handle Inspiron 1200's. I'm gonna have to transfer you.

Me: WTFFFFFFFF! *Sigh*

...he transfers me...Like a fucking raggedy CD, I repeat the same shit. And guess what? THEY TRANSFER ME AGAIN!

...I'm on the line for 45 minutes at this point, when I say, FUCK IT! How about letting me speak first instead of asking 10,000,000 questions, only to not be able to help me? And how about letting a HUMAN answer the phone? I can't talk to no fucking ROBOT!

Labels: ...gettin' fit..., ...this shit right HERE..., ...venting, *names have been changed to protect the guilty*

posted by ~Kesh @ 3/24/2006 11:16:00 AM 0 Comments