"This Is Nothing To Me....DIFFICULT Takes a DAY...IMPOSSIBLE Takes a WEEK."

 "Cause I'm BEAUTIFUL and FRUITFUL...That's why they hate me." Kathy Bynaum

Okay so one of my blogbuddies told me she needed another post like ASAP...lol...so here we go!

As you all know I currently work for a huge well known bank and that most of the ppl who work with me are on CRACK! Also did I fail to mention that I work in a department that is practically over flowing with Estrogen? The only 6 bits of testosterone we do have are...(in this order) Jail bate!...Koo-Koo and can't speak much english!...Don't want no FISH...okaaaayyyy!...Mean as hell!... Duhhhh I don't know!...and Headphone guy. The rest of us are women...and who out there knows you can't work with a whole burnch of females...if your a female? That is so true that even I have to admit to that old cliche. All I want to know is this folks..."What the hell do I have or better yet...What is so darn special about me that makes women hate on me so dang bad huh?" I know I know...I shouldn't care but I am being honest here. I don't go to work to make friends and ish but damn...can a sista at least get a "Hello" with that eyeroll? Here's the sitch....

Ever since day one of me getting this fabu job of mine I have been victim of "Hateration" That's right even the old bag ladies at my just over broke are giving me the evil eye. So of course me being me I totally ignore their stupid *bleeps* and go on about my day. Then at home I ponder that ish and shed a tear or two...or three. Then of course in great fabu Dee-Dee fashion I go to work the next night and repeat steps 1-3. A shame huh? Oh but it gets better. So night after night, most of these "sent from another planet" haters try their best to give your girl the business. Well with my head held up high and my perky chest out I take it like a soldier and always put my best Manolo forward. *never let em see you sweat booboo's* Well don't you know last night all most made me crack a heifers neck! I was sitting at my cubicle minding my own *bleepin* business when I saw that I needed some more Dymo paper. Well I gets up and go directly across from me where my one true girl sits and got some of hers. Well not wanting to be totally rude I called her name to let her know...for she was on the other side of the room doing whatever. Now she was standing with two other chicks. Both of them broads there really hate my guts...one of which made the first Crack! list. Okay so I call my girl and the one who made the crack list looks up as if I called her name and shot me this look like...B***h! What the H*ll do you want? I was in shock folks. I mean I could not believe it. She looked as if she was going to pull an OJ on my behind and cut my throat or something. I have never (in my face) been looked at like that nor have I ever been treated so badly by anyone...let alone some broads. So I sat down and began to ponder that which had just happen.

Well of course on my drive home I was still thinking about that ish...and becoming more and more hurt and upset by the minute...I know the true Virgos out there can relate...We will ponder a thing so long until we just can't any more. We don't change who we are towards ppl...but we don't forget what they have done to us either. So when I reached one of my favorite stops in route to going home, I saw a friendly face. It was the 'dancing newspaper dude' from 83 and state. He always has a smile on his face and is as pleasant as can be. Well he came over to the car and asked me to roll my window down. He then gave me a piece on "wine candy" ya'll remember them right? and said..."Today is your day! Don't let no one and nobody steal your joy!" That's not the most exciting part folks! He walked away to give someone a paper and then he came back to my car. Now this is a man who I know from Adam...and only see in passing folks. He said..."God Loves you. There are 3 women on your job that are jealous and envious of you...but hold on cause God said your about to become their boss...now do cry pretty...God loves." *dee-dee getting all emotional once again* Now ya'll know that was God speaking to that man...he don't know me! We don't talk on the phone! I talked to God and then My Father spoke through him....Man I tell you this is the stuff that keeps me going folks...this stuff right here.

Now how about that?