It’s been a long week, and sure there were times when I sat around and picked at the hair bumps on my chin but for the most part I’ve been busy.
I’ve been fine tuning lesson plans and mentally preparing for the upcoming intake season for my fraternity. Within the next 3 weeks I have to find and reclaim and sense of patience that I may have had in the past. Essentially I’m nervous, anxious and excited, I want to get it started and get it over.
I’ve also been working nights last week. I remember when I was 12 and would have killed to stay up late all the time. But irregular sleeping habits and large spans of doing nothing will suck the life off of you. Half of the week I just wish I was in bed.
My Weekend was ridiculously long… On Friday I drove an hour one way, back and forth to the Apple Store in Oakbrook Illinois to send my baby off, I came back to Hammond to go food shopping, put in ten hours at work and head off to Bubbleland to wash several loads of clothes. My body didn’t hit my bed until 4:30 am Saturday. I had the first informational meeting for my fraternity Saturday afternoon at Columbia College, hung out with my frat brothers and some potential intakees afterwards and spend all day Sunday help one of my frat brothers move. I slept good Sunday night, but I’m still feeling the effects now.
Everyone who has a regular 9 to 5 should know what “Fuck You Money” is, a nestegg of saved money so in the event where you’re completely fed up with you job, you can go to your boss or the HR department and say “Fuck you!” and walk the fuck out. Essentially I got hit with a blow today and I’m really wishing I some “fuck you money” put away.
I’ve just spent the last 2 hours, helping the HR manager put her shit back together, since she wanted to move her desk around. If you also didn’t know, my female co-worker left for D.C. so her postion opened up. They never offered it to me, instead I got a $2 raise. Back to today, I’m plugging shit back to her computer and the HR manager asks “Tony, are you still in school?” I promptly replied “I’m still admitted but since with all the turnarounds in this place, I can’t get a steady work schedule.” There was a long silence, and as she sat back in her chair she asked “Why didn’t you put your name in for Erica’s job?” And it was at that moment when I kind of got mad. I’m not sure why I was mad, but I was but calmly I said reply “No one said anything to me, and no one offered it.” So know I’m bout ready to leave here since my other co-worker is leaving at the end of February, and I’m feeling really fucking evil since they not other hired a new IT manager over me but a new salary specialist. And leaving now would have them all fucked since I’m the only one who knows the servers and systems. But no “Fuck You Money” so I’m here for the time being.
And stop taking Cyclops’. First Jean, then Storm, then Rogue… He gets too much play for a short, hairy with rage issues.
Sorry for the sudden departure, but I’m sure I wasn’t missed. Essentially I’ve been living life and doing shit, pretty much being the total opposite of Mr. Karsh.
One of the major things I’ve been doing is prepping for my fraternity’s Spring intake season. And I’ve been given the privelage of being Dean of Pledges aka the “Pledgemaster” this year. I’m very excited about this, since I haven’t paddled a nigga since 2003. *Disclaimer: Kappa Psi Kappa Fraternity Incorporated is non-hazing organization.* My chapter, The Devastating Delta Chapter, is holding an informational meeting on January the 26th and 28th. If anyone is interested in Kappa Psi Kappa Fraternity, or any of the organizations within Tau Kappa Phi (The Kappa Family). And before I change subjects, check out this entry about LGBT Greeks by Studpoet.
So I’ve abandoned my T-Mobile Sidekick II. I got tired of carrying it around, especially at work where I’m required to carry a Nextel phone. I’m suppose to be on call for about 16-20 hours a day (but I am prone to turn that shit off as soon as I get home). So I sold my Sidekick on eBay for $200 and got a Motorola Razr V3 and I love it… I’ve been syncing it to my macs, taking pictures but too bad I’ve dropped it 15 times already. Most of the drops happen on that night.
And lastly, I haven’t watched much television this past week, since I picked up Sirius satellite radio. And I’m loving it. I get to listen to Howard uncensored, and my favorite station is Back Spin, the station where its nothing but old school hip hop.
Well I need to get back to work, since people act like they can’t wait 15 minutes or think that their bullshit ranks high on my priority list.
Every had one of those days where the job is running you ragged, multi-tasking on multiple projects, people want to use you the brief two seconds that you have to breathe to ask some asinine question and then the while changing the copier toner, it explodes in your face? I’m having one of those days and its only 9am.
I’m literally a fucking pill.
I take them to escape,
I take them to get by.
They dull the pain,
So I can rest.
Do others take pills
To deal with me?
Do I cause them to
Stress out, lose sleep
And stay up all night?
I hope so, cause
I’m a fucking pill!
Ain’t got no dough | Broke-ass niggas ain’t got cash flow | Don’t y’all know y’all can’t buy shit | See me in the club tryin’ to impress this - Ain’t Got No Dough by Eve featuring Missy Elliott
Essentially that excerpt explains how I’ve been doing the last few days… BROKE AS FUCK. Normally it wouldn’t bother me as much, since I’ve joined the working world I’ve gotten use to seeing my accounts in red, a bill here or there go over due. Eventually I always catch up by the next pay period or two. But it’s all different now. I’ve been holding out on y’all… since December I’ve been seeing someone, lets call him Beau. I emphasize the word seeing because I haven’t actually seen him since before Christmas. Beau lives in Washington D.C. and as y’all should know I stay in Chicago. I’ve been adapting well to the idea of a long distance relationship but as much as I want to see Beau and all the good mushy shit, reality sets in and my wallet tells me “Nigga, you must be crazy. You can’t afford to travel right now!”
I’ve already made plans to see Beau next week, but now I think I’m going to have to postpone them and really don’t know how to tell him. They say things have a way of working themselves out, but is it me or do more and more things like this (involving money) seem to happen more and more often? Maybe it’s time to close down the Bank of Tony.
A conversation between Karsh and myself about the new Firestorm of DC Comics, who happens to be black. See balck folks do read comics.
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