Posted in At the Office, life, work

DAY DREAMERS

We all know someone who speaks beyond highly of his/herself.  Like the one who is a bagger at the local grocery store but portrays himself as manager of grocery distribution.   It’s great to think highly of yourself because you want to be somebody but don’t lie or put others down for your own gratification.

I had a conversation with an associate fairly recently who down played my position at work.  It didn’t bother me because it happens ALL the time.  We were talking about clothes & I didn’t like what I had on that day, I didn’t feel like it was “business casual” enough.   This person says “well, with your position it really doesn’t matter what you wear.”  Wait a minute was that shade? It sure was.

THROWING SHADE

As the conversation went on, I noticed that I was talking less and they were talking more and more.  Since they figured I was a nobody, they began to fatten their resume right before my eyes.  Every now and then I would throw in a random question to see how big their head would get before exploding.  I will ask you the same question three times, three different ways, just to see if you catch it.  It cracks me up to play dumb with a true dummy who has no idea I’m actually playing with their intelligence.

It’s wonderful to imagine yourself doing more important things in life, on your job, etc.  When you imagine those things it helps you to set goals to reach.  Sometimes people get lost in their imagination & it only becomes a reality in their mind.  In order to make it seem real, those people have to minimize others.

When you stop daydreaming and start making those dreams a reality, call me.

~SMILE~

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Never Touch A Black Woman’s Purse!

Madea

I’ve always been taught that a lady should carry a purse & never put your purse on the floor because you will lose money.   Also, a woman’s purse says a lot about her.  You can tell a lot about a woman’s struggle by the condition of her purse.  If her purse is ragged, tattered, torn, & cluttered inside, she may be going through a few things personally or financially. If her purse is pretty much in tact and organized, she has her #### together.  What about the women who carry designer bags?  Two things, they love a good strong bag & have a few coins, or it’s a knockoff & they’re fronting for other women.  (Sips tea)

I’ve never fit the mold & in this situation, I still don’t.  I love designer bags because it’s the quality I’m paying for.  Not because Nicki Minaj wrote a verse in a song.  (Insert shade here)  I can’t stand a knockoff because I don’t pretend to be something/someone I’m not.  (More shade please)  My bags are neatly organized because I have a touch of OCD.  Seriously, I’ve gotten better over the years.

At work one day, I sat my purse in an empty chair in a room with five chairs, only two being occupied.  I turned around in the room to do something & when I turned back around my purse was gone!  I took a few deep breaths, said a prayer, turned away then, turned around again to make sure my eyes didn’t play a trick on me.  Sure enough, it wasn’t there!  I noticed that someone was sitting in the chair that I placed my purse in a few moments ago.

I asked everyone in the room if they had seen my purse because I knew I came in the room with it & where I sat it down.  Two of the ladies pointed to the floor!  (Insert blood pressure here)  A fool had come in the office & sat in my purse chair!  She picks him (Depending on the brand my purse takes on that gender) up off the floor & says oh here you go!  Bitch!!!  Have you lost your ####### mind?

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Ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls, nieces & nephews, I had to let the heffa know that she must NEVER TOUCH A BLACK WOMAN’S PURSE!  I kept it 50% professional & 50% I will beat yo ass-nal!  When she handed me my purse I immediately asked her if she had lost her #### mind.  As I’m talking to her about the importance of the situation she hit me with the, “yeah, yeah I know!”  (Place hand on hip here & lean to the left)

I say the following,

  1. Don’t ever cut me off when I’m speaking like I’m a child or I’m invalid!
  2. Do you see this label?  It does not say Dollar Barn.  (No shade) I paid good money for this purse.  
  3. It is disrespectful, on so many levels to touch, let alone move, any woman’s purse.
  4. Last but not least,  I WILL drag your ###!

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As I walked away I could hear her telling the other ladies that she will never touch any woman’s purse ever again!  She said she didn’t even want to touch her own purse.  (I don’t blame her)

Hopefully this will help to educate the world about the importance to Never Touch A Black Woman’s Purse!

~SMILE~

Posted in At the Office, Family, Friendship, Hugs, Love, Smile, work

A Hug Goes A Long Way

One day last week at work, I was having a typical day at work, nothing out of the ordinary.   Although, I do remember praying on the way to work that God would allow his work to be done through me.  I feel as though I (We) have a tendency to get so wrapped up in what is going on in our lives that we become blind to those around us who are having just as a hard of a time, or worse.
I was coming out of a coworker’s office and ran into a resident’s family member.  I said hello and asked her how she was doing that day.  This is how I typically chit-chat with people passing by in the hallway.  Usually people ask you how you’re doing but never slow down to hear your response because it is just something to say in passing.  Not me, I genuinely care about your response or I don’t ask.

The lady’s face started turning red and I could tell a lump was forming in her throat as she shook her head and said she was ok, just worried about her mother.  I told her the usual “she’ll be ok, don’t worry”.  The lump in her throat had gotten her and she couldn’t speak.  As her eyes began to water I asked her if she needed a hug, she shook her head yes and we embraced.  As I allowed this woman whom I’ve only seen a few time sob on my shoulder, I began to think of all the times I’ve needed a hug and no one was around.  Once she felt relieved she thanked me and said she felt better.

How many times have you needed a hug and no one noticed or cared?  How many time have you asked someone how they’re doing and didn’t really care about or stick around long enough to hear their response?  Don’t ask if you’re not being sincere about it.

~SMILE~