Tuesday, October 30, 2007
7:59 a.m.
Should I take it as a sign that I am currently sitting in the far left lane of the New Jersey Turnpike just north of exit 12 with a completely empty gas tank? Should I view this as a portent of things to come because I was supposed to be at work at 8:00 a.m. and I ran out of gas at 7:30 a.m.? Is it still a full moon? Did the Daylight Saings Time debacle cause me to run out of gas on my way to work? THIS IS SOME BULLSHIT. And to add insult to injury, I am at a place on the turnpike where someone would have to come PAST me on the other side just to come back on my southbound side. And the northbound side is JAMMED with traffic going to NYC. Oh yeah, and my AAA card is expired. Thanks dad.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Uhhh Ahh...
Oh my! My day just keeps getting more and more giggle-worthy! If you haven't seen the October 29 edition of Jet magazine (I know: who still reads Jet, right?), COP THAT. Turn to page 40, upper righthand corner, dude in the middle. Its your friend and mine, JARROD!! I couldn't ever understand why he was so protective of his personal life and why he got so mad when he saw his face on my blog. **sigh** Alas, young J... your secret is out. Embrace it. I know speaking for myself, women LOVE you guys. Just... well, you know... lay off the sauce long enough to make it through souncheck, okay? And don't forget... my backstage passes BETTER be at will call or there will be some smoke in the city, ya heard? And holla at me if you need me to steam out that yellow blazer for you, 'kay? Ya gotta be sharp for the comeback.
Good Times
Ditterwackley. **tee hee hee** Ditterwacley. **snorkle hahee** Ditterwackley **LMFAO** Whew chile... that was funny. And funnier still because that's actually someone's name. A child. Have mercy.
What up yall????
What up yall????
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Thursday Night
Worrrrrd? We're cutting off feet now? And is it me, or did that bitch just punk the SHIT out of Christina? And for God's sake.... HIS DAUGHTER'S HEART?
I simply cannot take it.
I simply cannot take it.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
1 Hour 12 Minutes
So I think I've contracted E. coli MRSA Salmonella Shigella Pseumonas Staphylococcus and it is raging through my system as we speak. My silly behind got a mushroom swiss Angus burger from McDonalds today for lunch. I took two bites, looked down, and I swear that damn burger looked straight raw. Raw. I thought I would die right here on the floor of the pharmacy. Kids are dying in Connecticut and Virginia from MRSA. E. coli is knocking people down worldwide. And now I have all of it. The package. Tomorrow I will have a fever. I'll be sweating. I'll be on the toilet. And it's all thanks to Mickey D's. I'm suing yall bitches.
Yeah guys! Marsha is back! Fun times.... which brings me to my daily Customer and Question of the Day (I was off yesterday).
The Customer of the Day Award goes to a drive thru genius today. The label on their prescription says "40 capsules. Take one four times a day." Her question? "How often should I take this? (four times) How many days will these last me? (Umm... ten?)
And the winner of the Question of the Day Award... dear Marsha again. "If someone says they faxed a prescription in, would it be on the fax machine?"
Yeah guys! Marsha is back! Fun times.... which brings me to my daily Customer and Question of the Day (I was off yesterday).
The Customer of the Day Award goes to a drive thru genius today. The label on their prescription says "40 capsules. Take one four times a day." Her question? "How often should I take this? (four times) How many days will these last me? (Umm... ten?)
And the winner of the Question of the Day Award... dear Marsha again. "If someone says they faxed a prescription in, would it be on the fax machine?"
2 Hours, 24 Minutes
If you get through this, you're either very interested in me or very bored (like me!).
1. When's the last time you ran? My lazy ass? Please. I can't even remember.
2. Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them? Um.... unintentionally, yes.
3. What are you dreading right now? The next 5 hours and 28 minutes at work.
4. Do you celebrate 4/20? I don't know what that means.
5. Do you like Mexican food? Si
6. Favorite ice cream? Maple walnut
7. When was your last doctor's visit? Too long
8. Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night? On my days off, definitely. I gets it in!
9. How many pets do you have? One dog
10. "First Loves Are Never Over;" is this true for you? MOST DEFINITELY NOT. He is SO over!
11. Think of all your exes. Would you take any of them back? The way they were? No. The way I hoped they'd be? Yes.
12. If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days" what would you be wearing? Something decidedly unsexy. Stained tshirt and sweatpants.
13. What's your favorite shirt? I'm pretty unhappy with all my shirts these days. I need to lose weight.
14. Have you ever been on your school's track team? No. No sports.
15. Do you own a pair of Converse? Do they come in a stiletto? Hell no.
16. Where are you at right now? Work
17. Do you eat raw cookie dough? On occasion
18. Have you ever kicked a vending machine? Yes
19. Don't you hate when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over? Yes.
20. Do you watch the news? It's on in the morning when I'm getting dressed for work. Watch? Not so much.
21. Do you watch "Trading Spaces?" Not anymore.
22. How do you eat Oreos? I eat the Cakesters. Just bite and chew.
23. Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone? Sadly, yes. But it's been a while.
24. Are you cocky? No.
25. Did you have an imaginary friend as a kid? No.
26. What t.v. station do you watch the most? No one channel. I surf.
27. Have you ever seen the ocean? Yes.
28. Have you ever been hospitalized? Not since I was 2
29. What's your favorite brand of root beer? A&W
30. Could you live without a computer? Not happily, but yes.
31. Do you wear your shoes in the house? Yes, but not in my room
32. How many TVs are in your house? 2
33. At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real? I don't remember
34. How many phones, house phones and cell phones are in your house? House phone, cell phone, Sidekick
35. What do you do when you're sad? Cry
36. Who would you call first if you won the lottery? Bishop
37. Last time you saw your best friend? Wow... I can't remember. I think February.
38. Do you still color in coloring books? If I had one, I would.
39. Can you read music? I used to be able to
40. Who or what sleeps with you? My dog
41. Are you/have you ever been in love? Yes
42. Pancakes or french toast? Depends
43. How do you like your eggs? Scrambled with cheese or boiled with salt and pepper
44. Are you in high school? Only in my mind
45. Is anyone on your bad side right now? Oh yeah.
46. What jewelry are you wearing? Gold hoops and my Bulgari ring
47. What's the first thing you do when you get online? Check my gmail
48. What kind of apples do you like? None unless they're baked in a pie (ooh that soinded SO fat!)
49. Do you watch Grey's Anatomy? Yes
50. How do most people spell your name? With a "k" instead of a "que"
51. Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes? I would and I do
52. Have you ever been in a car accident? Several
53. What shampoo do you use? I don't know what kind my stylist uses. I take Pantene (the one for us) when I go to the Dominicans.
54. Where do you work? Hell.
55. Do you feel guilty when you eat Gummi Bears/Goldfish crackers? I don't.
56. What are you doing tomorrow? Sleeping.
57. Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson? Nah.
58. Favorite name for a girl? Not giving away my baby names.
59. Favorite name for a boy? See #58.
60. Will you keep your last name when you get married? I'd like to hyphenate.
61. Your favorite restaurant you don't get to eat much at? Mr Chow's.
62. When is the last time you left your house? 7:30 this morning
63. What do you drive? '02 Saturn
64. Do you actually eat Easter Peeps? No, they're kinda nasty.
65. Can you cook? Quite well, thank you!
66. How do you eat your steak? With a knife and fork
67. Do you return your cart? Sometimes
68 Where you at? Dammit, I said work!
69. Do you have a dishwasher? Yes
70. What noise do you hear? "Rock Boys" by Jay Z
71. Who is deleting all the questions? What?
72. Next concert you hope to go to? R Kelly
73. What was the last thing you ate? Ugh.. A mushroom swiss burger from McDonalds (see next post)
74. When was the last time you said I love you and meant it? Night before last
75. Who is the youngest in your family? Jason (I think)
76. If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would be most likely to over pack? ME
77. Do you know anyone with the same name as you? Yes, but she's wack
78. How many shoes do you own? Too many
79. Do you mind flat soda? Yuck. Yes!
80. When is the last time you ate peanut butter? I put some in some brownies a week or so ago
81. What service is your cell phone? Verizon
82. What's for dinner? Nothing.
83. What's the last thing you purchased? A nasty ass combo from McDonalds
84. Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you? I don't have any siblings
85. Where is your cell phone? On the counter
86. Is your phone on vibrate or ring? Ring
87. What brand are your pants right now? Levis
88. Ever been to Georgia? Yes
89. Did you do breakfast this morning? Fiery Habienero Doritos and rasperry Arizona Iced Tea
90. Do you like marshmallows? I could eat one or two
91. What irritates you most on the Internet ? Know it alls who know nothing
92. What brand is your digital camera? Nikon
93. Do you watch movies with your parents? No. I used to.
94. Do you write poetry? Not poetry, no.
95. Is your refrigerator dirty? Yes
96. What song best describes your life right now? I'll get back to you on that
98. Are you taking college classes right now? Nah, done with all that.
99. Do you have Facebook? Yes
100. Do you know how to change a tire? Yes
101. Do you like sushi? Love it
102. Do you get your hair cut every month? Cut? No. Done? Yes, weekly.
103. Do you go online everyday? Yes
1. When's the last time you ran? My lazy ass? Please. I can't even remember.
2. Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them? Um.... unintentionally, yes.
3. What are you dreading right now? The next 5 hours and 28 minutes at work.
4. Do you celebrate 4/20? I don't know what that means.
5. Do you like Mexican food? Si
6. Favorite ice cream? Maple walnut
7. When was your last doctor's visit? Too long
8. Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night? On my days off, definitely. I gets it in!
9. How many pets do you have? One dog
10. "First Loves Are Never Over;" is this true for you? MOST DEFINITELY NOT. He is SO over!
11. Think of all your exes. Would you take any of them back? The way they were? No. The way I hoped they'd be? Yes.
12. If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days" what would you be wearing? Something decidedly unsexy. Stained tshirt and sweatpants.
13. What's your favorite shirt? I'm pretty unhappy with all my shirts these days. I need to lose weight.
14. Have you ever been on your school's track team? No. No sports.
15. Do you own a pair of Converse? Do they come in a stiletto? Hell no.
16. Where are you at right now? Work
17. Do you eat raw cookie dough? On occasion
18. Have you ever kicked a vending machine? Yes
19. Don't you hate when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over? Yes.
20. Do you watch the news? It's on in the morning when I'm getting dressed for work. Watch? Not so much.
21. Do you watch "Trading Spaces?" Not anymore.
22. How do you eat Oreos? I eat the Cakesters. Just bite and chew.
23. Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone? Sadly, yes. But it's been a while.
24. Are you cocky? No.
25. Did you have an imaginary friend as a kid? No.
26. What t.v. station do you watch the most? No one channel. I surf.
27. Have you ever seen the ocean? Yes.
28. Have you ever been hospitalized? Not since I was 2
29. What's your favorite brand of root beer? A&W
30. Could you live without a computer? Not happily, but yes.
31. Do you wear your shoes in the house? Yes, but not in my room
32. How many TVs are in your house? 2
33. At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real? I don't remember
34. How many phones, house phones and cell phones are in your house? House phone, cell phone, Sidekick
35. What do you do when you're sad? Cry
36. Who would you call first if you won the lottery? Bishop
37. Last time you saw your best friend? Wow... I can't remember. I think February.
38. Do you still color in coloring books? If I had one, I would.
39. Can you read music? I used to be able to
40. Who or what sleeps with you? My dog
41. Are you/have you ever been in love? Yes
42. Pancakes or french toast? Depends
43. How do you like your eggs? Scrambled with cheese or boiled with salt and pepper
44. Are you in high school? Only in my mind
45. Is anyone on your bad side right now? Oh yeah.
46. What jewelry are you wearing? Gold hoops and my Bulgari ring
47. What's the first thing you do when you get online? Check my gmail
48. What kind of apples do you like? None unless they're baked in a pie (ooh that soinded SO fat!)
49. Do you watch Grey's Anatomy? Yes
50. How do most people spell your name? With a "k" instead of a "que"
51. Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes? I would and I do
52. Have you ever been in a car accident? Several
53. What shampoo do you use? I don't know what kind my stylist uses. I take Pantene (the one for us) when I go to the Dominicans.
54. Where do you work? Hell.
55. Do you feel guilty when you eat Gummi Bears/Goldfish crackers? I don't.
56. What are you doing tomorrow? Sleeping.
57. Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson? Nah.
58. Favorite name for a girl? Not giving away my baby names.
59. Favorite name for a boy? See #58.
60. Will you keep your last name when you get married? I'd like to hyphenate.
61. Your favorite restaurant you don't get to eat much at? Mr Chow's.
62. When is the last time you left your house? 7:30 this morning
63. What do you drive? '02 Saturn
64. Do you actually eat Easter Peeps? No, they're kinda nasty.
65. Can you cook? Quite well, thank you!
66. How do you eat your steak? With a knife and fork
67. Do you return your cart? Sometimes
68 Where you at? Dammit, I said work!
69. Do you have a dishwasher? Yes
70. What noise do you hear? "Rock Boys" by Jay Z
71. Who is deleting all the questions? What?
72. Next concert you hope to go to? R Kelly
73. What was the last thing you ate? Ugh.. A mushroom swiss burger from McDonalds (see next post)
74. When was the last time you said I love you and meant it? Night before last
75. Who is the youngest in your family? Jason (I think)
76. If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would be most likely to over pack? ME
77. Do you know anyone with the same name as you? Yes, but she's wack
78. How many shoes do you own? Too many
79. Do you mind flat soda? Yuck. Yes!
80. When is the last time you ate peanut butter? I put some in some brownies a week or so ago
81. What service is your cell phone? Verizon
82. What's for dinner? Nothing.
83. What's the last thing you purchased? A nasty ass combo from McDonalds
84. Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you? I don't have any siblings
85. Where is your cell phone? On the counter
86. Is your phone on vibrate or ring? Ring
87. What brand are your pants right now? Levis
88. Ever been to Georgia? Yes
89. Did you do breakfast this morning? Fiery Habienero Doritos and rasperry Arizona Iced Tea
90. Do you like marshmallows? I could eat one or two
91. What irritates you most on the Internet ? Know it alls who know nothing
92. What brand is your digital camera? Nikon
93. Do you watch movies with your parents? No. I used to.
94. Do you write poetry? Not poetry, no.
95. Is your refrigerator dirty? Yes
96. What song best describes your life right now? I'll get back to you on that
98. Are you taking college classes right now? Nah, done with all that.
99. Do you have Facebook? Yes
100. Do you know how to change a tire? Yes
101. Do you like sushi? Love it
102. Do you get your hair cut every month? Cut? No. Done? Yes, weekly.
103. Do you go online everyday? Yes
Defense's Argument
Okay. I will address this one time and one time only. So pay close attention.
What you see here on this blog is just a GLIMPSE into my life. While it may seem like I get incredibly personal at times, please understand that more is left unsaid than said. Now that being so, any conclusion that you formulate about me as a person based on this blog is strictly your perception. Yes, you are always entitled to your opinions. But please understand that you aren't operating with all of the information.
Now. I love Bishop's daughter. If I didn't love her, I could never love him. If I didn't love her (or at least give a damn), I wouldn't waste a second of my time on her or the sometimes foolish things that she says and does. Only the two of us are there when I'm talking to her about personal hyigene. Taking her to get her hair done. Staying up WAY past her (and my) bedtime after I've worked a 14-hour shift on my feet to make sure she's prepared for a test the next day. Reminding her to watch her calories. Schooling her on what to wear to compliment and not detract from her shape. Taking her to church. Picking her up from dance class. Correcting her misbehavior. Spending money that I don't have so she'll never have to know struggle. The two of us. She and I. Things that my mother did for me. The way she did them.
Her father trusts me to take care of his daughter the way that her mother doesn't seem to be able to. If he didn't, I wouldn't have lasted a day. Now, do I correct her? Yes. Do I occasionally embarrass her? Yep. Do I hurt her feelings sometimes in the name of teaching her a lesson that life wouldn't teach her quite so gently? Hell yes. I am not here to be her friend. I have friends and so does she. I'm here to model how a woman and a lady should live. It doesn't always feel good. It doesn't always sound sweet. She's a child. Not an adult. I do not demean her. I do not condescend to her. I never say anything here that I wouldn't say to her or her father's face. I was not always close to my mother, which you would know if you've been reading from the beginning. But I never, NEVER doubted that she loved me. And as an adult, every harsh word spoken between us has meaning now. Every time that I cried because I felt she was mean or unyielding. She wasn't trying to be my playmate. And it didn't matter one bit to her that I was angry with her. Because she saw what I couldn't: the woman that I could become if I listened and did what she said. If you think parenting a child that you didn't give birth to is easy, I invite you to try it.
This blog has jokes. Funny ones. Jokes that sometimes seem harsh to some who don't know me. But to those who do, you know that I am never snide or mean. Only real and matter of fact. Embrace it or not. But do not judge it. And do not judge me.
What you see here on this blog is just a GLIMPSE into my life. While it may seem like I get incredibly personal at times, please understand that more is left unsaid than said. Now that being so, any conclusion that you formulate about me as a person based on this blog is strictly your perception. Yes, you are always entitled to your opinions. But please understand that you aren't operating with all of the information.
Now. I love Bishop's daughter. If I didn't love her, I could never love him. If I didn't love her (or at least give a damn), I wouldn't waste a second of my time on her or the sometimes foolish things that she says and does. Only the two of us are there when I'm talking to her about personal hyigene. Taking her to get her hair done. Staying up WAY past her (and my) bedtime after I've worked a 14-hour shift on my feet to make sure she's prepared for a test the next day. Reminding her to watch her calories. Schooling her on what to wear to compliment and not detract from her shape. Taking her to church. Picking her up from dance class. Correcting her misbehavior. Spending money that I don't have so she'll never have to know struggle. The two of us. She and I. Things that my mother did for me. The way she did them.
Her father trusts me to take care of his daughter the way that her mother doesn't seem to be able to. If he didn't, I wouldn't have lasted a day. Now, do I correct her? Yes. Do I occasionally embarrass her? Yep. Do I hurt her feelings sometimes in the name of teaching her a lesson that life wouldn't teach her quite so gently? Hell yes. I am not here to be her friend. I have friends and so does she. I'm here to model how a woman and a lady should live. It doesn't always feel good. It doesn't always sound sweet. She's a child. Not an adult. I do not demean her. I do not condescend to her. I never say anything here that I wouldn't say to her or her father's face. I was not always close to my mother, which you would know if you've been reading from the beginning. But I never, NEVER doubted that she loved me. And as an adult, every harsh word spoken between us has meaning now. Every time that I cried because I felt she was mean or unyielding. She wasn't trying to be my playmate. And it didn't matter one bit to her that I was angry with her. Because she saw what I couldn't: the woman that I could become if I listened and did what she said. If you think parenting a child that you didn't give birth to is easy, I invite you to try it.
This blog has jokes. Funny ones. Jokes that sometimes seem harsh to some who don't know me. But to those who do, you know that I am never snide or mean. Only real and matter of fact. Embrace it or not. But do not judge it. And do not judge me.
Comatose Writing
This store is so slow that I can feel the hairs on my legs growing back. So today and Saturday, expect lots from me. Lots. And to all my fellow bloggers who are NOT going to be at a Homecoming this weekend (like my lame ass), please join me. Let's blog ourselves silly. Please. Or I'll slip into a coma from sheer boredom.
Now, let's see. What can we talk about? Oh yes, my hair. I went yesterday to get it colored and now it is this very lovely (and close to original) shade of chocolate brown. Now before you get all upset H-Town (dammit. THAT'S the name of the group! My brain was on FIYAH trying to remember that one!), let me explain. I'm Adam, you're the rib. We copy off each other. That's what we do. So yes, mine is chocolate too. Anyhoo, Tina put this glaze on top of the color, so now it's all shiny and healthy-looking. Very happy about that. All my grays are covered and my hair that was shaved almost a year ago has now grown down to my chin. YEAH!! Now I can start going back to the Dominicans for a doobie without leaving looking like a Q-Tip! Man... those chicks can really disguise the fact that I haven't had a relaxer in three months!
Moving on... there's this burger joint here called Five Guys. My Lord..... the best cheeseburgers I've had in FOREVER. Tad bit expensive, but hey... I'm a foodie. I discovered it years ago in Northern Virginia, but never saw it again. Praises be.
This man just came in here and his last name is Rimmer. Love it.
Now, let's see. What can we talk about? Oh yes, my hair. I went yesterday to get it colored and now it is this very lovely (and close to original) shade of chocolate brown. Now before you get all upset H-Town (dammit. THAT'S the name of the group! My brain was on FIYAH trying to remember that one!), let me explain. I'm Adam, you're the rib. We copy off each other. That's what we do. So yes, mine is chocolate too. Anyhoo, Tina put this glaze on top of the color, so now it's all shiny and healthy-looking. Very happy about that. All my grays are covered and my hair that was shaved almost a year ago has now grown down to my chin. YEAH!! Now I can start going back to the Dominicans for a doobie without leaving looking like a Q-Tip! Man... those chicks can really disguise the fact that I haven't had a relaxer in three months!
Moving on... there's this burger joint here called Five Guys. My Lord..... the best cheeseburgers I've had in FOREVER. Tad bit expensive, but hey... I'm a foodie. I discovered it years ago in Northern Virginia, but never saw it again. Praises be.
This man just came in here and his last name is Rimmer. Love it.
Here We Go Again
Dear Readers,
If you have been reading my blog for a while without commenting, that's cool. Not everyone wants to comment. But when you create a profile for yourself just so that you can comment (since you know I don't accept anonymous comments), that's a little weird. And when you do comment, you choose to leave the most uninformed, judgemental, and quite siimply WRONG message, I have to draw the line. So if you don't see your comments, that's why. Don't judge what you don't know, and don't always focus on the negative.
Thanks,
Managemeng
If you have been reading my blog for a while without commenting, that's cool. Not everyone wants to comment. But when you create a profile for yourself just so that you can comment (since you know I don't accept anonymous comments), that's a little weird. And when you do comment, you choose to leave the most uninformed, judgemental, and quite siimply WRONG message, I have to draw the line. So if you don't see your comments, that's why. Don't judge what you don't know, and don't always focus on the negative.
Thanks,
Managemeng
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
The Beginning of Some Really Stupid Posts
I saw the most beautiful outfit today. Well, not really an outfit. Just a testament to the fact that good outerwear can do WONDERS for a look! This woman in the subway had on this gorgeous chartreuse wool belted coat and some cute little leopard platform shoes with a matching bag. Lovely. Just lovely. Reminds me of the times when I, too, was fabulous for no good reason on a Wednesday morning. **sigh** Never mind what I have on today. It's frumpy.
Being Broke Ain't Sexy
As I type this, I am hustling down Garfield Avenue (no wonder it's so smelly and oppressively humid out here) trying to make it to the Light Rail Station. From there, trying to get to the PATH station so I can then take the subway uptown to 65th Street. I am tired. I am sweating. My hair is swelling. And I'm pissed. Pissed because I don't have the money to just drive my car and pay to park like I normally do. Pissed because I don't have the money secondary to helping someone else out (again). Pissed because people owe me money and aren't paying because even though I've asked for it (repeatedly), they still think I don't need it. Pissed because I didn't know it was going to rain today, so I didn't bring my umbrella. Pissed because I have to pay my rent today (yes, for OCTOBER) which leaves me with pennies in my account. Pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed.
Oh yeah, I'm pissed.
Oh yeah, I'm pissed.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
And Then...
Aha! You (and by "you" I mean Jameil's bully ass) thought that the days of the multiple posts were done. Nope. I had to blog about this because this shit kinda stuck me under the ribs.
I texted a friend of mine some typically ignorant shit that we frequently exchange. He responded and then I had something to say that required him to actually hear my voice. So I call him. When he answers, I laugh and say what I called to say. He lets out this deep sigh and says, "I'm at a get together, can I call you back?" You know: like I'm bothering him or something. So I laugh (thinking he's joking), and I say, "it doesn't SOUND like you're at a get together!" Another deep sigh and then, "It's a one-on-one get together. Now can I call you back?" As if I'm slow or something. Nigga call that shit a date!!
**Err????**
I must've gotten it twisted. I called. You answered. Silly me for thinking you were available to talk. And did you just play me in front of company? Okay. **clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouf and adjusting my bamboo earrings** I see how it be.
I texted a friend of mine some typically ignorant shit that we frequently exchange. He responded and then I had something to say that required him to actually hear my voice. So I call him. When he answers, I laugh and say what I called to say. He lets out this deep sigh and says, "I'm at a get together, can I call you back?" You know: like I'm bothering him or something. So I laugh (thinking he's joking), and I say, "it doesn't SOUND like you're at a get together!" Another deep sigh and then, "It's a one-on-one get together. Now can I call you back?" As if I'm slow or something. Nigga call that shit a date!!
**Err????**
I must've gotten it twisted. I called. You answered. Silly me for thinking you were available to talk. And did you just play me in front of company? Okay. **clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouf and adjusting my bamboo earrings** I see how it be.
Oscar Time, Baby!
I am starting something new. So, from now on, every day that I work, I will be presenting you with the Customer of the Day and the Question of the Day. So... for the inaugural presentation of these awards, I give you:
Marsha who has provided us with today's Question of the Day. There were two prescriptions ready for a patient. Attached to the bag was a note that I'd written in bright red Sharpie. The note said, "don't forget to charge patient for the over-the-counter meds inside the bag." Here's our friend Marsha: "what does 'don't forget to charge patient for over-the-counter meds inside the bag' mean?"
And for the Customer of the Day (who ALMOST won a dual prize for Customer and Question of the Day) is Mrs. I Am An Idiot. She actually called the pharmacy and said, "I was told that the pharmacist would know whether or not New Jersey has fluoride in the water."
Marsha who has provided us with today's Question of the Day. There were two prescriptions ready for a patient. Attached to the bag was a note that I'd written in bright red Sharpie. The note said, "don't forget to charge patient for the over-the-counter meds inside the bag." Here's our friend Marsha: "what does 'don't forget to charge patient for over-the-counter meds inside the bag' mean?"
And for the Customer of the Day (who ALMOST won a dual prize for Customer and Question of the Day) is Mrs. I Am An Idiot. She actually called the pharmacy and said, "I was told that the pharmacist would know whether or not New Jersey has fluoride in the water."
Friday, October 12, 2007
Stop Me If You've Heard These Before
'If I'm on amoxicillin, should I take this new prescription for penicillin?"
"Does the second doctor who wrote the penicillin rx know you're already taking amoxicillin?"
"I don't know."
**Sigh.**
The prescription says: Dispense 210 mL. Give 10 mL every 8 hours until gone.
Okay, so... the available choices are 80 mL bottles and 100 mL bottles. Would it be smarter to give two 100 mL bottles and shortchange them a dose or give three 80 mL bottles and they'll have extra?
Um.....
"I need you to call my doctor for a prescription."
"What medication do you need?
"I don't know. Something for cold sores."
What's your doctor's number?"
"Not sure. Couldn't you call information?"
**grumbling madly**
"I need to refill my prescription."
"Okay what's the prescription number?"
"I don't know."
"Okay, what's your name?" (they tell me) "Which medication do you need?"
"The white round pill."
**falling toward the floor in sheer exasperation**
"What time do you want to pick up your prescription?"
"What time do you close?"
"10."
"TEN? You can't do it any earlier?"
**hitting my head on the safe. Repeatedly. Very hard**
"Does the second doctor who wrote the penicillin rx know you're already taking amoxicillin?"
"I don't know."
**Sigh.**
The prescription says: Dispense 210 mL. Give 10 mL every 8 hours until gone.
Okay, so... the available choices are 80 mL bottles and 100 mL bottles. Would it be smarter to give two 100 mL bottles and shortchange them a dose or give three 80 mL bottles and they'll have extra?
Um.....
"I need you to call my doctor for a prescription."
"What medication do you need?
"I don't know. Something for cold sores."
What's your doctor's number?"
"Not sure. Couldn't you call information?"
**grumbling madly**
"I need to refill my prescription."
"Okay what's the prescription number?"
"I don't know."
"Okay, what's your name?" (they tell me) "Which medication do you need?"
"The white round pill."
**falling toward the floor in sheer exasperation**
"What time do you want to pick up your prescription?"
"What time do you close?"
"10."
"TEN? You can't do it any earlier?"
**hitting my head on the safe. Repeatedly. Very hard**
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Hell to the Naw
Oh hell naw. Do these dumbasses REALLY expect me to be okay with the concept that Nikolas killed Letitia? NIKOLAS CASSADINE? Riiiiiiiiight. And this tomfoolery where they're trying to integrate what happened on that bullshit "Night Shift" with the regular GH plot lines...
I just can't.
I just can't.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Randoms at Work
Uh... pregunta... Aqui ahora hola poquito receta gracias porque la pharmaceltico esta muy stupido. No comprende.
Yeah, dig that. That's been my day today. Can somebody mix that shit with Biggie **it was all a dream** so maybe, just MAYBE I can understand what the HELL these people are saying? Muchas gracias and de nada to you too.
Ahhhhh... I get off in three hours and 34 minutes. I am soooooo tired that I'm liable to give Oxycontin out as Tylenol and not even notice until Tuesday. Last night Bishop and I went to see Mo'Nique in New Brunswick. That woman is ridiculously funny. I was bent out of shape because I left my camera at home and she was taking pictures in the lobby after the show. Boo hiss. No photo for me. Then we went to the city for dinner, but we had to drive around for (no lie) 45 minutes trying to find a parking space. We paid $23 to park in a garage only to walk down the street where the restaurant was and find no less than 10 empty spaces. Curses. But the food was good- I highly recommend Sushi Samba on the LES if you're ever in the area.
LMAO. This guy just came in for his medicine. Oh I had the best chuckle!! Bibliotheca lina hablo espanol. T cells. Juevos rancheros taquitos burritos churros. Crowds. Medicina cuanto direcion anos. Very tall. He was so funny to me!!! And gay. So deliciously gay. **stage whispers** I love my job sometimes.
Anybody heard that new Ashanti? And why does everyone EXCEPT her realize that she can't sing? And the new "Til the End of Time" by Justin Timberlake remix featuring Beyonce? Growing on me. Like a slow mold.
And did I mention that they are having the Union City equivalent of Carnivale today on the street where my store is? From 1st to 90th Street. Every conceivable ethnicity that speaks Spanish (or one of its derivatives) screaming dancing frolicking waving habloing down the street. Honduran. Ecuadorian. Venezuelan. Brazilian. Peruvian. Colombian. Mexican. Dominican. Puerto Rican. Cuban. All of them. At the same time. Right now. For the next God knows how many hours. **sigh** I get off at 6. Is it too much to ask that they stop the parade long enough for me to get my car out? Muchas gracias.
And is that "Cool It Now" on the radio?
Yeah, dig that. That's been my day today. Can somebody mix that shit with Biggie **it was all a dream** so maybe, just MAYBE I can understand what the HELL these people are saying? Muchas gracias and de nada to you too.
Ahhhhh... I get off in three hours and 34 minutes. I am soooooo tired that I'm liable to give Oxycontin out as Tylenol and not even notice until Tuesday. Last night Bishop and I went to see Mo'Nique in New Brunswick. That woman is ridiculously funny. I was bent out of shape because I left my camera at home and she was taking pictures in the lobby after the show. Boo hiss. No photo for me. Then we went to the city for dinner, but we had to drive around for (no lie) 45 minutes trying to find a parking space. We paid $23 to park in a garage only to walk down the street where the restaurant was and find no less than 10 empty spaces. Curses. But the food was good- I highly recommend Sushi Samba on the LES if you're ever in the area.
LMAO. This guy just came in for his medicine. Oh I had the best chuckle!! Bibliotheca lina hablo espanol. T cells. Juevos rancheros taquitos burritos churros. Crowds. Medicina cuanto direcion anos. Very tall. He was so funny to me!!! And gay. So deliciously gay. **stage whispers** I love my job sometimes.
Anybody heard that new Ashanti? And why does everyone EXCEPT her realize that she can't sing? And the new "Til the End of Time" by Justin Timberlake remix featuring Beyonce? Growing on me. Like a slow mold.
And did I mention that they are having the Union City equivalent of Carnivale today on the street where my store is? From 1st to 90th Street. Every conceivable ethnicity that speaks Spanish (or one of its derivatives) screaming dancing frolicking waving habloing down the street. Honduran. Ecuadorian. Venezuelan. Brazilian. Peruvian. Colombian. Mexican. Dominican. Puerto Rican. Cuban. All of them. At the same time. Right now. For the next God knows how many hours. **sigh** I get off at 6. Is it too much to ask that they stop the parade long enough for me to get my car out? Muchas gracias.
And is that "Cool It Now" on the radio?
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Ahhhhh...
Whilst I realize that we as Pirates encountered a minor setback last weekend by the name of Delaware State, I am ecstatic to announce that we have bounced back.
Hampton University 48 Princeton University 27. 34 unanswered points in the second half. Oh how I love to be a Pirate!!!
Hampton University 48 Princeton University 27. 34 unanswered points in the second half. Oh how I love to be a Pirate!!!
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
My life is so boring these days. Nothing going on, so nothing to post. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not, so hey- suck it up.
I watched "Sunday Best" last night on BET. Anybody else see that? Kinda like "American Idol" meets "Bobby Jones Gospel Hour." Whew... I can only imagine how much fried cihcken and aluminum foil were present in those parking lots! There was this one guy who wrote his own rap (refreshing after 3 million renditions of "I Need You Now" and "Reason Why I Sing"), but the hook? "Who's your daddy? JESUS!" Not so much. And Kirk Franklin was the Ryan Seacrest equivalent. **sigh**
I saw "Knocked Up" yesterday. I REALLY wanted it to be funnier. Everyone was raving about the guy from "The 40-Year-Old Virgin," but I just thought he was lame. And his friends/roommates? Loo-loo-loo-losers. To the third power. I thought if I had to look at Katherine Heigl's fake pregnant belly with it's painted on stretch marks any more, I would vomit. So I did.
Bought the new Keyshia Cole and Jill Scott CD's last week. Short and short. But both worth my $11.99. Not too much more to say about that.
If it's 6:02 p.m. and you see me with my purse on my shoulder pulling the gate closed around the pharmacy with sweat pouring down my face, then yes, we are closed. And no, you cannot get "some" of your wife's pills until tomorrow. We're closed. Yes, I'm sure. No, I can't reset the alarm and re-open the gate for her thyroid medicine. I've only been here since 9 a.m. This pharmacy closes EVERY Sunday at 6 p.m. So no surprise, right? Now (say it with me): BEAT IT. And take your wife's thyroid with you.
I watched... I forget what iit was called... but some special on BET about Juanita Bynum. She has a very interesting story. I really only started paying close attention when that whole situation went down with her husband. But she really does have an interesting story. And her speaking ability is amazing- women love her.
Lastly, I was just getting ready to hit "publish post" when Emani walked in the house. She said that the man downstairs just stopped her on her way in and asked her whether this was her dog upstairs on the balcony. He starts yelling that the dog has been "shitting" on his balcony and he wanted something done about it. What?? The dog has a cage, so this guy is full of it. So you know me... always bout it... I go down there. Now we all know that getting things accomplished sometimes involves telling a few lies. So when this ass comes to the door, I say "I understand that you approached my daughter bout her dog. First of all, 'shit' is profanity. And I would appreciate it if you wouldn't speak to my daughter in that way. Second of all, she is a child. So if you ever have a problem with something that goes on in 631, you need to speak with my husband or me. Now I'll tell him that you had some concerns, but I can assure you that he will not be pleased when he hears about how you spoke to our daughter. So I'm sure he'll be down just as soon as he gets home, okay? Have a good one." Akbar. Dammit.
"Losers always go home and whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen." Love it. Best movie ever.
I watched "Sunday Best" last night on BET. Anybody else see that? Kinda like "American Idol" meets "Bobby Jones Gospel Hour." Whew... I can only imagine how much fried cihcken and aluminum foil were present in those parking lots! There was this one guy who wrote his own rap (refreshing after 3 million renditions of "I Need You Now" and "Reason Why I Sing"), but the hook? "Who's your daddy? JESUS!" Not so much. And Kirk Franklin was the Ryan Seacrest equivalent. **sigh**
I saw "Knocked Up" yesterday. I REALLY wanted it to be funnier. Everyone was raving about the guy from "The 40-Year-Old Virgin," but I just thought he was lame. And his friends/roommates? Loo-loo-loo-losers. To the third power. I thought if I had to look at Katherine Heigl's fake pregnant belly with it's painted on stretch marks any more, I would vomit. So I did.
Bought the new Keyshia Cole and Jill Scott CD's last week. Short and short. But both worth my $11.99. Not too much more to say about that.
If it's 6:02 p.m. and you see me with my purse on my shoulder pulling the gate closed around the pharmacy with sweat pouring down my face, then yes, we are closed. And no, you cannot get "some" of your wife's pills until tomorrow. We're closed. Yes, I'm sure. No, I can't reset the alarm and re-open the gate for her thyroid medicine. I've only been here since 9 a.m. This pharmacy closes EVERY Sunday at 6 p.m. So no surprise, right? Now (say it with me): BEAT IT. And take your wife's thyroid with you.
I watched... I forget what iit was called... but some special on BET about Juanita Bynum. She has a very interesting story. I really only started paying close attention when that whole situation went down with her husband. But she really does have an interesting story. And her speaking ability is amazing- women love her.
Lastly, I was just getting ready to hit "publish post" when Emani walked in the house. She said that the man downstairs just stopped her on her way in and asked her whether this was her dog upstairs on the balcony. He starts yelling that the dog has been "shitting" on his balcony and he wanted something done about it. What?? The dog has a cage, so this guy is full of it. So you know me... always bout it... I go down there. Now we all know that getting things accomplished sometimes involves telling a few lies. So when this ass comes to the door, I say "I understand that you approached my daughter bout her dog. First of all, 'shit' is profanity. And I would appreciate it if you wouldn't speak to my daughter in that way. Second of all, she is a child. So if you ever have a problem with something that goes on in 631, you need to speak with my husband or me. Now I'll tell him that you had some concerns, but I can assure you that he will not be pleased when he hears about how you spoke to our daughter. So I'm sure he'll be down just as soon as he gets home, okay? Have a good one." Akbar. Dammit.
"Losers always go home and whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen." Love it. Best movie ever.
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