Midweek Slump

Wow I’m amazed on how quickly this week has blown by.

Of course after three weeks of proclaiming snow, causing wide panic thus clearing out all the bottled water and toilet paper within a 15 mile radius in stores, it finally snowed.

Why did we have so many call-outs at work it wasn’t funny. Folks with children I can see, after all many schools were closed *rolls eyes* What I wouldn’t do to have gone to school in this area…

But folks who live up the street? Now that’s just trifling. But maybe I’m just hating. I didn’t think of that *lol*

If my manager knew I wouldn’t punch her in the mouth, I think she would’ve kissed me when I came in this morning. I mean its fucking snow! I’m from Chicago, snow is nothing rare or anything to stock up rations, I was just pissed that traffic was at a standstill. And people don’t clear off the top of their cars. Scared the shit out of me this morning when a big ass clump of snow hit my windshield.

I knew this would happen: Already I’m bored. It’s not that I don’t have a lot to do because I do but since this isn’t tourist season yet I’m 95% done with my work by lunch. It’s gotten to the point where I’m doing room three or fours days in advance so I will have something to do. This of course means next week I’ll be fighting sleep.

Don’t even get me started on the three to four pointless meetings I have to sit in during the day. I almost fell asleep during one today but that was the “Itis” *lol* They should already know after 1 pm I shouldn’t sit in any meetings.

JBN is going out of town this weekend to attend his fraternity ball. I’m not attending because well, frankly, I can’t stand most of his frat brothers. I refuse to waste a plane ticket for those crusty niggas. And I would hate to slap a bitch over the ice sculpture.

My friends have been stalking me all week trying to convince me to make the trip trying to use the old guilt trip routine since I refuse to attend All Stars Weekend with them. Like I couldn’t get my back blown out by an athlete here in DC.

They should already know that guilt trip shit doesn’t work on me. I am not attending that shit. I hated going while in school, you know being the “supportive” girlfriend and all, so why attend now? Shit he doesn’t need me all up underneath him. Have some fun. Get drunk. Party with the strippers. You know, do all the shit he claims he doesn’t do anymore although last Friday someone was too drunk to drive from Bowie and passed out on his friend’s couch.

I am not that type of girlfriend. As long as he calls to let me know he arrived safe and sound, I’m not expecting to hear from him this weekend. I want the man to have fun, not to check in like I’m his mama or something.

I’m trying to convince some friends to come over for a sleepover *confession I hate sleeping alone in the house* but unless I plan on doing some grocery shopping and break out some Cognac, they ain’t biting. They wanna hit the club and pass out on my couch; I want to watch Boondocks Season 1 again.

Eh, we’ll see. Knowing me…I’ll be in bed by 11.

Damn is this check up week or something? I mean dudes I haven’t heard from in months are calling like crazy. Am I a hot commodity again or are niggas trying to line up some “summer” ass ahead of time?

Waking me up out my nap and shit. You know a bitch is not receptive when snatched from my slumber. I swear nothing will piss me off quicker than being woken up out of my sleep…and for stupid questions.

Me: *this better be Jesus on the other line or else tone*: Hello?
Guy: Is this Tenacious?
Me: You dialed my number didn’t you?
Guy: *chuckle chuckle* I did, didn’t I?
**dial tone**

And that’s why I don’t answer my phone ½ the time.

God help you if you call more than 3 times in a row and I pick up the next call.

Then stutter during the entire conversation after I’ve cursed that ass out. Fucking 10 calls in a row just to say “Hi”? Getthefuckouttahere.

And I won’t even comment on the people who think I owe them a phone call, text, IM, email, smoke signal…whatever…like I’m their girl or something.

Pump them motherfucking brakes my nigga. I don’t owe you shit, I owe the Feds *lol*

I try to be a good friend *well at least a B- friend* but shit sometimes I don’t want you pissing in my damn Cornflakes. Text you something positive, I get 3 negative texts about something back. Damn what does the War in Iraq have to do with my promotion? I don’t want that long rambling ass email about this bitch or that nigga. You knew he/she was trifling from jump. I don’t want to hear yet another story on how nigga/bitches ain’t shit while I tune out because I’m watching L&O and all I contribute is “Uh huh, really, yeah I agree” to the conversation.

Not to mention…I have a job. I’m tired after work. Sometimes I can’t get right back at you. When I get a call, text, IM sometimes I don’t reply until days later. I keep telling people I don’t sweat anyone. I’m not in the “Sweating Business”. I’ve never been one to turn a friend away who needs to talk or vent, don’t get me wrong, I’m trying not to screen my calls from certain people, but damn sometimes I need to relax. I am NOT an advice specialist. My young ass don’t know what I’m talking about ½ the time and the truth is ignored the other ½.

And I am not real big on phone talking. I like to talk in spurts. One week I’m a phone hog. The next three weeks I would limit phone calls to five minutes or less. I don’t return phone calls. I’m getting better at that. There are certain people who I love to talk to regardless of how I’m feeling. Then there’s everyone else *lol* I’ve stopped being hard pressed on the phone when my curfew was extended in high school. I’m a face to face person. I rather visit than talk on the phone. Sometimes I even wonder why I have a cell phone. It’s mainly used for taking pictures and texting. I’m always puzzled how I am always close to my limit for minutes every month esp. since I don’t like to talk before 9 *lol*

Well…I’m out of steam.

I’ll reply to the comments when I have a spare minute. I haven’t forgotten yall.

But Honey…did you really have to point out that I don’t have any breasts *lol*