Only my friend, Daddy's Little Girl, would do something like this! Enjoy!
I have had an interesting morning and I just had to share. A coworker came by my office to tell me about a group of us going to Harry's for lunch. I told him that I needed to know whether or not they were walking so that I could decide whether to go. I did not want to walk because I was wearing heels and the only other pair of shoes that I had in the office were black, and that would not match my outfit. As I proceeded to show coworker my brown heels, I then realized that messing up my outfit with black shoes was the least of my problems. I had inadvertently put on two different pair of shoes this morning - a brown open toe and a black open toe. And, the shoes were not the same style. So, this is my shame for today...Both pairs of shoes were by the door as I was rushing out this morning. The possibility of mixing up the shoes briefly crossed my mind, but I figured that my feet would be able to tell the difference. So, I decided to forgo taking the time to glance down at my feet. I can't even use pregnancy as an excuse anymore...
~Daddy's Little Girl
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Exes and O
This is a very old post that I just completed. I wanted to lighten the mood in here after my latest musings.
The scene: A discount department store in the home section.
The players: Missy* (my longest friend; we've been besties since the third grade); my ex-boyfriend's Mother, sister and niece; myself.
Background: The ex and I dated in high school. We spent two and a half years in a relationship, with the last year being our freshman year in college at different universities. Our relationship came to its demise after the ex went home for the summer and I spent the first half of summer away at school. (For the record, I can't believe we made it that long; I keep warning my younger brother that he and his GF will break up when he leaves her for her last year of high school to go off to his freshman year of college). I went home for the second half of summer, cried after seeing him out on a date (mind you, I was on a date, too), got over it and went back to school. I graduated on time (a semester early actually), went on to law school as planned and became an attorney. The ex, on the other hand, played around (it is perpetually spring break in the city where his college is located, so I can't fully blame him), took a year "off" and ended up transferring to a different school (ironically, the same one his parents wouldn't let him attend in the first place). Needless to say, he became a super senior and his plans of going to dental school fell by the way side. He recently graduated with his bachelors degree, a whole 7.5 years later. His niece is currently a student of Gayle's (my bestie who is a teacher at our former high school).
The story: One weekend, Missy and I decided we both needed new decor for our apartments. My tummy was hurting awfully bad and therefore, I was rubbing it as if a pregnant woman might. Missy turned and said to me, "You better stop rubbing your belly like that. People are going to think you're preggers." I laughed, protruded my stomach out as far as I could and continued to rub, all in order to mock her.
Enter the ex's family. Being the girl I am, I walked over and said hello. Hugs and "good to see yous" all around. The Mom asked me when did I graduate. At this point, I had been an attorney for 1.5 years and therefore, I told her, I've already made that walk across the stage. She proceeded to say, "I know, but aren't you in grad school?"
Sigh. I don't know what it is, but every time I see someone from back home, they think I am still in law school. Maybe their timing is off or they just can't believe it. Maybe my ex's mom put me on the delayed higher education schedule with that of her son. IDK.
I replied, "Yes, I graduated from law school 1.5 years ago. I'm an attorney." She looked overwhelmed for a second, congratulated me and said she was so proud. We exchanged pleasantries for a few more minutes then went our separate ways.
The following week, Gayle called and asked if there was anything I needed to tell her. "Um...no, not that I can think of. Why?" She told me the ex's niece asked her in class if I was married and if I was preggo. SHOCK.AND.AWE. Gayle said she told the niece, after admonishing her for asking inappropriate questions of course, that I was not in fact married and was not pregnant to her knowledge. I giggled and explained the sitch to Gayle.
See, that's how rumors get started.
*Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
******UPDATE******: I recently discovered the aforementioned ex is now a daddy! Congratulations, Charlie Brown!
The scene: A discount department store in the home section.
The players: Missy* (my longest friend; we've been besties since the third grade); my ex-boyfriend's Mother, sister and niece; myself.
Background: The ex and I dated in high school. We spent two and a half years in a relationship, with the last year being our freshman year in college at different universities. Our relationship came to its demise after the ex went home for the summer and I spent the first half of summer away at school. (For the record, I can't believe we made it that long; I keep warning my younger brother that he and his GF will break up when he leaves her for her last year of high school to go off to his freshman year of college). I went home for the second half of summer, cried after seeing him out on a date (mind you, I was on a date, too), got over it and went back to school. I graduated on time (a semester early actually), went on to law school as planned and became an attorney. The ex, on the other hand, played around (it is perpetually spring break in the city where his college is located, so I can't fully blame him), took a year "off" and ended up transferring to a different school (ironically, the same one his parents wouldn't let him attend in the first place). Needless to say, he became a super senior and his plans of going to dental school fell by the way side. He recently graduated with his bachelors degree, a whole 7.5 years later. His niece is currently a student of Gayle's (my bestie who is a teacher at our former high school).
The story: One weekend, Missy and I decided we both needed new decor for our apartments. My tummy was hurting awfully bad and therefore, I was rubbing it as if a pregnant woman might. Missy turned and said to me, "You better stop rubbing your belly like that. People are going to think you're preggers." I laughed, protruded my stomach out as far as I could and continued to rub, all in order to mock her.
Enter the ex's family. Being the girl I am, I walked over and said hello. Hugs and "good to see yous" all around. The Mom asked me when did I graduate. At this point, I had been an attorney for 1.5 years and therefore, I told her, I've already made that walk across the stage. She proceeded to say, "I know, but aren't you in grad school?"
Sigh. I don't know what it is, but every time I see someone from back home, they think I am still in law school. Maybe their timing is off or they just can't believe it. Maybe my ex's mom put me on the delayed higher education schedule with that of her son. IDK.
I replied, "Yes, I graduated from law school 1.5 years ago. I'm an attorney." She looked overwhelmed for a second, congratulated me and said she was so proud. We exchanged pleasantries for a few more minutes then went our separate ways.
The following week, Gayle called and asked if there was anything I needed to tell her. "Um...no, not that I can think of. Why?" She told me the ex's niece asked her in class if I was married and if I was preggo. SHOCK.AND.AWE. Gayle said she told the niece, after admonishing her for asking inappropriate questions of course, that I was not in fact married and was not pregnant to her knowledge. I giggled and explained the sitch to Gayle.
See, that's how rumors get started.
*Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
******UPDATE******: I recently discovered the aforementioned ex is now a daddy! Congratulations, Charlie Brown!
Chasing Waterfalls
My very sage best friend (let's call her Gayle, as in, Gayle and Oprah) told me the other day "sometimes we go different places searching for something that has been right in front of us the whole time." That statement hit me hard because...well...I feel as though even at this stage of my life I am chasing something that's been missing. I always tell people I have been wasting my fabulosity for years (thanks, Kimora). There is a portion of every young woman's life where she can get away with partaking in foolish behavior, such as dating athletes and other "industry" guys even though she knows it won't lead to anything just because he can get her and her friends into VIP and is willing to pay for shopping sprees and trips to the fun cities--you know, Miami, Vegas, DC, NYC--going out every weekend to swanky bars and clubs and to all the major events, and dressing as if she were walking down the catwalk even if she were just going to the grocery store (or, as my mommy would say, like she was at the BET Awards LOL). Unfortunately, this stage of my life was spent in a city where (1) the chances of running into athletes or any other men in the "industry" were about as good as those of winning the lottery (2) there were only a couple of semi-swanky venues and the "major event" was the local HBCU's homecoming festivities and (3) good shopping was nonexistent. See? A waste of my fabulosity. When I read this post of 1969's, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy because when I was younger, I imagined spending my single youth as 1969 described hers.
But, that is a part of my life that cannot be reclaimed. Of note, I'm still single, just not that young. In fact, I'm at the age where I'm "old enough to know better" and can't do the things a younger woman might. Yet and still, I've been planning my grand relocation to a more metropolitan area where fabulousness will be appreciated and expected.
I'm from a small city, comparable in size to my current location, but even less metro. Gayle went back to our hometown after she graduated from college and she's a teacher at the high school we attended. She says of course it would be nice to have things to do and places to go on the weekends and to meet new people, but she is so happy with her job that it makes up for it.
Blank.Stare.
That entire bit of reasoning baffles me. To note, I took my job, which has a predetermined duration, with a plan to relocate after my time there was up. But, even if my job were permanent and I loved it, I don't think that would be enough to make me stay in a city where I feel stifled in almost every other aspect. Unlike Gayle, I expect to be somewhere where I'll have things to do if I so choose and where I can go out and meet new people all the time! But, Gayle makes me wonder, is all that I want and need right here and I keep missing it because I'm so intent on leaving? Is it my destiny to be the proverbial big fish in a little pond, having to go out of town every weekend to get my fix of fabulousness in some other city?
That can't be. I'm simply too fly for that.
But, that is a part of my life that cannot be reclaimed. Of note, I'm still single, just not that young. In fact, I'm at the age where I'm "old enough to know better" and can't do the things a younger woman might. Yet and still, I've been planning my grand relocation to a more metropolitan area where fabulousness will be appreciated and expected.
I'm from a small city, comparable in size to my current location, but even less metro. Gayle went back to our hometown after she graduated from college and she's a teacher at the high school we attended. She says of course it would be nice to have things to do and places to go on the weekends and to meet new people, but she is so happy with her job that it makes up for it.
Blank.Stare.
That entire bit of reasoning baffles me. To note, I took my job, which has a predetermined duration, with a plan to relocate after my time there was up. But, even if my job were permanent and I loved it, I don't think that would be enough to make me stay in a city where I feel stifled in almost every other aspect. Unlike Gayle, I expect to be somewhere where I'll have things to do if I so choose and where I can go out and meet new people all the time! But, Gayle makes me wonder, is all that I want and need right here and I keep missing it because I'm so intent on leaving? Is it my destiny to be the proverbial big fish in a little pond, having to go out of town every weekend to get my fix of fabulousness in some other city?
That can't be. I'm simply too fly for that.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
The Age of Aquarius.
Aquarius, like all air signs you are remarkably adaptable, as you like change, movement and novelty of all kinds. The bringer of the unpredictable. Always ready to shock and rebel against everything. Aquarius is into personal freedom like no other. They love sudden change and can be perceived to be erratic and unstable. Often misunderstood...
In explaining to a friend (the Astrology Guru) how something I had said to a guy came out wrong, I noted that he typically misunderstands things I say. She said, "just like an Aquarius to say some sh*t wrong and be upset when the other person misunderstands them." She then went on to tell me that Aquarians like myself have a complete breakdown in communication with other signs. (This is the same person who told me Aquarians don't like to be tied/held down in any way shape or form, but like to tie other people down so that we may deal with them at our leisure...LOL). We typically live in our own heads and what we say is sometimes out there (i.e. otherwordly and futuristic). Thus, when I sent this e-card to Exie*, which was my way of saying hello... he, also an Aquarius, mind you, replied basically saying that communication is a two-way street. In other words, he took the e-card as me accusing him of not keeping in touch.
I thought the card was cute and funny and I really AM glad that we stay mildly interested in each other's lives. We don't talk all the time, but we generally keep up with each other. He should stop being so sensitive. ~shrug~ What do you guys think?
*THE Ex, whom I also refer to as my very own Mr. Big.
In explaining to a friend (the Astrology Guru) how something I had said to a guy came out wrong, I noted that he typically misunderstands things I say. She said, "just like an Aquarius to say some sh*t wrong and be upset when the other person misunderstands them." She then went on to tell me that Aquarians like myself have a complete breakdown in communication with other signs. (This is the same person who told me Aquarians don't like to be tied/held down in any way shape or form, but like to tie other people down so that we may deal with them at our leisure...LOL). We typically live in our own heads and what we say is sometimes out there (i.e. otherwordly and futuristic). Thus, when I sent this e-card to Exie*, which was my way of saying hello... he, also an Aquarius, mind you, replied basically saying that communication is a two-way street. In other words, he took the e-card as me accusing him of not keeping in touch.
I thought the card was cute and funny and I really AM glad that we stay mildly interested in each other's lives. We don't talk all the time, but we generally keep up with each other. He should stop being so sensitive. ~shrug~ What do you guys think?
*THE Ex, whom I also refer to as my very own Mr. Big.
Friday, May 23, 2008
TGIF
Just quickly checking in. I'm so glad it's Friday. I'm traveling home this weekend and I'm highly excited. Also, I am in talks with a recruiter for a firm I have been desperately trying to land an interview with! I have a really good feeling about this, so you guys keep your fingers crossed for me and send up some prayers! Have a great weekend and Memorial Day!!!!!!!! :-)
Sunday, May 18, 2008
My thoughts.
Is anyone else as excited about the SATC movie as I am?! I cannot wait until May 30. My friends and I will make a night of it, with the requisite dirty martinis. Fabulous clothes! Charlotte with child! Jennifer Hudson! Carrie marrying Chris, a.k.a. the one and only Mr. Big (I won't believe that until I see it)! How could I not love it?
Speaking of Mr. Big, I have a theory that every woman has one, and if she doesn't yet, she will. The lone guy that you will never quite get over completely, who you will continue to be madly in love with forever even though you know you two are not meant to be. He still manages to push your buttons when you speak to him, makes your heart skip a beat when you think of him, and can (almost, if the stars are aligned just so) still get it... He refuses to stay away (to be totally candid, partly because you won't force him to). Some deep connection makes it such that he gravitates to you and you to him yet everlasting love is not in the cards. Yes, THAT one. Well, my Big happened to call me this weekend out of the clear blue sky to tell me that he was "still alive and kicking, since you never call." I actually think he knows his role and is playing along, for he behaves, in typical I-can-come-back-into-your-life-at-my-leisure-and-you-will-still-be-there-with-bells-on Big fashion, as if I still "belong to him" (his words, not mine). I had to kindly remind him that I am not obliged to him and he has no entitlements to me or my time, but that I was happy he was still alive and well. ~cue Brit Brit's "Drive Me Crazy"~ If Carrie can marry her Big, can I do the same?
In other news, my brother graduates from high school in a week and a half. He is starting college this summer at an HBCU in the city where I live. I am so excited for him, probably more geeked than he is. What a wonderful time of life! He doesn't even recognize the magnitude of the journey he's about to begin. :-)
I have (what I call) a stalker: some guy I met while out of town with whom I exchanged numbers. He searched my name on facebook and added me as a friend. He sends me facebook messages and texts me every single day saying the exact same thing... "Hey, gorgeous. Have a great day. Call me. XX." I've not responded to any of his texts for the past three weeks (i.e. since I gave him my number), let alone dialed his number to speak to him. How long do you think it will take for the daily texts to stop? I think he almost got me today. I recently scored a new phone from Sprint after mine had an untimely death. Without the benefit of transferring the contacts out of my old phone, I can't specifically avoid Stan's calls/texts because I don't know his number. I have simply went to not answering any calls/texts from his particular neck of the woods. This is not the best plan of action considering there is a gentleman of the same area code with whom I would like to speak. ~sigh~
Apparently, I need to take lessons from Stan because I am about to start stalking this law firm where I had an interview a few weeks ago. I'm talking about making follow-up calls to the follow-up calls! They really need to go ahead and make me an offer...
I am still in love/lust/obsession with T.J. Holmes. La, fall back. LOL.
Speaking of Mr. Big, I have a theory that every woman has one, and if she doesn't yet, she will. The lone guy that you will never quite get over completely, who you will continue to be madly in love with forever even though you know you two are not meant to be. He still manages to push your buttons when you speak to him, makes your heart skip a beat when you think of him, and can (almost, if the stars are aligned just so) still get it... He refuses to stay away (to be totally candid, partly because you won't force him to). Some deep connection makes it such that he gravitates to you and you to him yet everlasting love is not in the cards. Yes, THAT one. Well, my Big happened to call me this weekend out of the clear blue sky to tell me that he was "still alive and kicking, since you never call." I actually think he knows his role and is playing along, for he behaves, in typical I-can-come-back-into-your-life-at-my-leisure-and-you-will-still-be-there-with-bells-on Big fashion, as if I still "belong to him" (his words, not mine). I had to kindly remind him that I am not obliged to him and he has no entitlements to me or my time, but that I was happy he was still alive and well. ~cue Brit Brit's "Drive Me Crazy"~ If Carrie can marry her Big, can I do the same?
In other news, my brother graduates from high school in a week and a half. He is starting college this summer at an HBCU in the city where I live. I am so excited for him, probably more geeked than he is. What a wonderful time of life! He doesn't even recognize the magnitude of the journey he's about to begin. :-)
I have (what I call) a stalker: some guy I met while out of town with whom I exchanged numbers. He searched my name on facebook and added me as a friend. He sends me facebook messages and texts me every single day saying the exact same thing... "Hey, gorgeous. Have a great day. Call me. XX." I've not responded to any of his texts for the past three weeks (i.e. since I gave him my number), let alone dialed his number to speak to him. How long do you think it will take for the daily texts to stop? I think he almost got me today. I recently scored a new phone from Sprint after mine had an untimely death. Without the benefit of transferring the contacts out of my old phone, I can't specifically avoid Stan's calls/texts because I don't know his number. I have simply went to not answering any calls/texts from his particular neck of the woods. This is not the best plan of action considering there is a gentleman of the same area code with whom I would like to speak. ~sigh~
Apparently, I need to take lessons from Stan because I am about to start stalking this law firm where I had an interview a few weeks ago. I'm talking about making follow-up calls to the follow-up calls! They really need to go ahead and make me an offer...
I am still in love/lust/obsession with T.J. Holmes. La, fall back. LOL.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Six Random Things
The rules are as follows:
* link to the person that tagged you : Miss B.
* post the rules on your blog
* share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
* tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
* let each random person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
Six random things about myself... besides the fact that I'm just a really random person in general? Okay, here goes:
1) I have wicked road rage. I always ride with the windows up, but if someone in traffic does something I don't like, I tell them off as if they can hear me, with flailing hand motions and all. I only do this when I'm driving with no passengers (I'd never behave this way where people could actually hear me). I'm sure other drivers who witness this think I'm crazy. Now that I think about it, people seeing me is not so different from hearing me. LOL.
2) My first, middle and last names all have six letters. When I was younger, my mother ever so graciously pointed this out. It was not until a few years later that I realized the significance of 666.
3) Stacey Dash is my "aging gracefully" beauty icon since she always manages to look ten years younger than her current age. She has to have found the fountain of youth or something!
4) I'm a closet exhibitionist and I want to be a superstar! However, since I have no talent for singing, acting or modeling (I'm not being modest--I seriously don't), I'll "settle" for dancing in a music video choreographed by Fatima or the like, or maybe even traveling as a backup dancer on a Janet Jackson tour. I'm not a trained dancer, but I could totally pull it off. :-)
5) Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreamt almost nightly and I typically remember in detail what I've dreamt about when I wake. Common motifs in my dreams include water, tsunami-like waves, bridges and driving. I keep saying I'm going to start a dream diary but I've never gotten around to doing so.
6) I love to wear black nail polish on both hands and feet. Funny how just a couple of years ago, this would be considered "goth" but is now acceptable as fashionable. I wore black polish on my nails to my younger brother's beautillion and was complimented by young and old Sorors alike. I'm not going for the green is the new black nail polish craze that the majority magazines are pushing, though. I'm definitely not that trendy.
Bonus Point:
7) I'm TEAM OBAMA, snitches!
And since I don't think I even KNOW six bloggers to tag that Miss B hasn't already, this post is to be continued...
UPDATE: Daddy's Little Girl is officially tagged.
* link to the person that tagged you : Miss B.
* post the rules on your blog
* share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
* tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
* let each random person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
Six random things about myself... besides the fact that I'm just a really random person in general? Okay, here goes:
1) I have wicked road rage. I always ride with the windows up, but if someone in traffic does something I don't like, I tell them off as if they can hear me, with flailing hand motions and all. I only do this when I'm driving with no passengers (I'd never behave this way where people could actually hear me). I'm sure other drivers who witness this think I'm crazy. Now that I think about it, people seeing me is not so different from hearing me. LOL.
2) My first, middle and last names all have six letters. When I was younger, my mother ever so graciously pointed this out. It was not until a few years later that I realized the significance of 666.
3) Stacey Dash is my "aging gracefully" beauty icon since she always manages to look ten years younger than her current age. She has to have found the fountain of youth or something!
4) I'm a closet exhibitionist and I want to be a superstar! However, since I have no talent for singing, acting or modeling (I'm not being modest--I seriously don't), I'll "settle" for dancing in a music video choreographed by Fatima or the like, or maybe even traveling as a backup dancer on a Janet Jackson tour. I'm not a trained dancer, but I could totally pull it off. :-)
5) Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreamt almost nightly and I typically remember in detail what I've dreamt about when I wake. Common motifs in my dreams include water, tsunami-like waves, bridges and driving. I keep saying I'm going to start a dream diary but I've never gotten around to doing so.
6) I love to wear black nail polish on both hands and feet. Funny how just a couple of years ago, this would be considered "goth" but is now acceptable as fashionable. I wore black polish on my nails to my younger brother's beautillion and was complimented by young and old Sorors alike. I'm not going for the green is the new black nail polish craze that the majority magazines are pushing, though. I'm definitely not that trendy.
Bonus Point:
7) I'm TEAM OBAMA, snitches!
And since I don't think I even KNOW six bloggers to tag that Miss B hasn't already, this post is to be continued...
UPDATE: Daddy's Little Girl is officially tagged.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
It's more than just a crush.
It's an obsession. With CNN anchor T. J. Holmes. He's smart, but not nerdy. Sexy, but down to earth. Southern, but not country. For what more could Pretty ask? ~swoon~
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Why you actin' like a... like a.... BIA! BIAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Mr. Holland's e-mail was brief, but funny. He told me that he didn't like being hooked up in this way and likened it to auditioning for a reality show. He also mentioned that he had e-mailed a few pics of himself to MM and that he hoped she had shared them with me (she had!). He ended the note by advising me to contact him if and when I wanted, and he requested that I send him a few shots of myself.
I was feeling particularly spicy, so I drafted a quick reply and attached three of my fav self-portraits. The next day, I found out that Mr. Holland had seen my pictures. He thought I was "incredibly beautiful." And....
He.was.now.SCARED.of.me.
Well, you scared! You scared!
Stop actin' like a b****! You scared!
What about me is scary? I wasn't donning my sexy smirk, a la Gabby Union in "Deliver Us From Eva" in any of the pics. Nor was I wearing a trench coat or pentagram earrings.
All of a sudden, I remembered... he knows my occupation from MM. What is it about attractive educated Black women that scares off attractive, equally educated Black men? I wouldn't have written this post were it not for reading my Soror L's rant about having been told that she's "educating herself out of a husband" by going after her PhD. (Go 'head Dr. La!!!! This re-post was so very apropos.)
Seriously, I don't want to be the "scary Black-girl attorney." (Is that really what people see when they look at me?) And, I definitely am not attracted to scary (as in, scared of everything) men.
Maybe when Mr. Holland said he was scared of me, he meant he was nervous to be interacting with someone so pretty and smart? ~shrug~
I was feeling particularly spicy, so I drafted a quick reply and attached three of my fav self-portraits. The next day, I found out that Mr. Holland had seen my pictures. He thought I was "incredibly beautiful." And....
He.was.now.SCARED.of.me.
Well, you scared! You scared!
Stop actin' like a b****! You scared!
What about me is scary? I wasn't donning my sexy smirk, a la Gabby Union in "Deliver Us From Eva" in any of the pics. Nor was I wearing a trench coat or pentagram earrings.
All of a sudden, I remembered... he knows my occupation from MM. What is it about attractive educated Black women that scares off attractive, equally educated Black men? I wouldn't have written this post were it not for reading my Soror L's rant about having been told that she's "educating herself out of a husband" by going after her PhD. (Go 'head Dr. La!!!! This re-post was so very apropos.)
Seriously, I don't want to be the "scary Black-girl attorney." (Is that really what people see when they look at me?) And, I definitely am not attracted to scary (as in, scared of everything) men.
Maybe when Mr. Holland said he was scared of me, he meant he was nervous to be interacting with someone so pretty and smart? ~shrug~
BIA!!! BIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've been e-corresponding with a gentlemen who I met via a friend/coworker's mother. She met him at a conference, liked his "beautiful spirit" and immediately thought to hook me up with him. She (we'll call her the Millionaire Matchmaker, MM for short) is always thinking of me in this way. Very close to Valentine's Day, she met and chatted up the "most gorgeous man" in the Publix down the street from both of our homes. Tall, bald, muscular. He complained to her about not being able to find a nice woman who wanted to settle down. She told him about me, her daughter's "beautiful friend," but seeing as though she didn't know my contact information, she chose instead to tell him my workplace. She made me promise that if I got flowers at work from this gentleman on V-Day that I would make her a part of our wedding. If you're wondering, I didn't get any flowers or any calls at work. But, I must admit, for about a month, every time I went to that Publix, I made sure that I was swexy (sweet-looking, but sexy, in PrettySpeak).
So, when MM told me about her most recent find for me, I was less than enthusiastic. He sounded interesting: a brother who left a promising career in an intriguing field to become a public school teacher because he wanted to give back to the community. However, he lived in another city and MM didn't know him from Adam. Nevertheless, I allowed her to share my e-mail addy with him since I am typically open to meeting like-minded individuals.
He didn't contact me for two weeks (Not that I was counting. I couldn't help but notice the duration of time since MM had her daughter ask me every day had "the man of my dreams" e-mailed yet.)
Then, one day as I was checking my e-mail for the umpteenth time (I have a serious problem with checking my three e-mail accounts every three minutes), I noticed a message from a random. It was from the teacher, who I like to call Mr. Holland (as in "Mr. Holland's Opus).
So, when MM told me about her most recent find for me, I was less than enthusiastic. He sounded interesting: a brother who left a promising career in an intriguing field to become a public school teacher because he wanted to give back to the community. However, he lived in another city and MM didn't know him from Adam. Nevertheless, I allowed her to share my e-mail addy with him since I am typically open to meeting like-minded individuals.
He didn't contact me for two weeks (Not that I was counting. I couldn't help but notice the duration of time since MM had her daughter ask me every day had "the man of my dreams" e-mailed yet.)
Then, one day as I was checking my e-mail for the umpteenth time (I have a serious problem with checking my three e-mail accounts every three minutes), I noticed a message from a random. It was from the teacher, who I like to call Mr. Holland (as in "Mr. Holland's Opus).
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Shared Space Etiquette, Part II
Continued...
Pretty knew better than to say something right then because her current thoughts were not so pretty. So, I continued working, all the while thinking about how I could approach this situation. See, FN had had run-ins with other coworkers about the fan, but never with me. The longer I sat thinking about how rude FN was for not even asking whether I minded if she turned the fan down, the more I knew I had to broach the topic with her. (Ironically, I became even hotter. I guess that's why they say people are "simmering.") Being the non-confrontational person I am, I was dreading saying something to her out of the blue. Instead, when FN left The Board (I knew only momentarily because she had left several files at her desk), I turned the fan back up.
When she came back, I could already see her lips pursed at noticing the fan was now again on "whir." Before she could even say anything, I politely asked, "Oh, I'm sorry, did you turn the fan down when you came up here?" I wasn't going to let her get off the hook for that one. I continued, "Because I'm a little warm." As she reached her desk, she hastily collected her files, responding, "Yeah. I'm just going to go to my office. I have a weird neck thing. If any amount of wind blows on it, it starts to hurt." W.T.F. If you say so, FN.
I couldn't hide my smile as she stomped off, clearly annoyed. Or, when she came back to The Board slamming desk drawers and sighing heavily. As I passed her in the hall (she never made it to her desk, apparently waiting for me to complete my task), I said in a syrupy sweet tone, "I'm done up here." She replied (still salty), "Well, I've already got all my things now."
At that, I smiled even brighter and bid her good day. ~halo~
Pretty knew better than to say something right then because her current thoughts were not so pretty. So, I continued working, all the while thinking about how I could approach this situation. See, FN had had run-ins with other coworkers about the fan, but never with me. The longer I sat thinking about how rude FN was for not even asking whether I minded if she turned the fan down, the more I knew I had to broach the topic with her. (Ironically, I became even hotter. I guess that's why they say people are "simmering.") Being the non-confrontational person I am, I was dreading saying something to her out of the blue. Instead, when FN left The Board (I knew only momentarily because she had left several files at her desk), I turned the fan back up.
When she came back, I could already see her lips pursed at noticing the fan was now again on "whir." Before she could even say anything, I politely asked, "Oh, I'm sorry, did you turn the fan down when you came up here?" I wasn't going to let her get off the hook for that one. I continued, "Because I'm a little warm." As she reached her desk, she hastily collected her files, responding, "Yeah. I'm just going to go to my office. I have a weird neck thing. If any amount of wind blows on it, it starts to hurt." W.T.F. If you say so, FN.
I couldn't hide my smile as she stomped off, clearly annoyed. Or, when she came back to The Board slamming desk drawers and sighing heavily. As I passed her in the hall (she never made it to her desk, apparently waiting for me to complete my task), I said in a syrupy sweet tone, "I'm done up here." She replied (still salty), "Well, I've already got all my things now."
At that, I smiled even brighter and bid her good day. ~halo~
Shared Space Etiquette
So, about that resolution I made a few weeks ago. I'm going to do better, I promise. ;-) Anyway, on to the post.
A part of my job description requires me to visit an area on a different floor from my office that is located in a large, open room filled with about ten employees, each of them having their own desk. Only one small area (off in the cut, mind you) is sectioned off, with two walls and a ceiling-high bookshelf as borders. This teeny-tiny space has 4 desks in each of its corners, one of them being assigned to me. Let's call this area "The Board." I'd be remiss if I didn't note that the bigger office is home to various and sundry machines, including huge Xerox copiers, a machine that houses files that reminds me of a gigantic electronic Rolodex (I forgot the actual name of the contraption), and a mainframe computer (I SWEAR!), all going at once. These machines are in close proximity to The Board and my desk there. As one might imagine, the combination of the small space, enclosed by a ceiling-high bookshelf blocking any air that even thinks about circulating, and the fact that The Board is mere inches away from several heat-emitting machines......... well, let's just say, it gets hot and stuffy at The Board, even if only one person is in that area. The single saving grace for any warm-blooded human at The Board is the ceiling fan.
I say warm-blooded human because there is a fellow employee who apparently has cold blood running through her veins and doesn't like or need the ceiling fan when she's at The Board. I try to avoid at all costs working with The Fan Nazi (hereinafter known as FN) at The Board.
So, today, I go upstairs to The Board because I had been slacking on that particular job responsibility. As soon as I walked up, I thought, "Great! There are already two bodies up here and the fan is off! But, at least FN is not one of them, and I know that I can turn on the fan once these two leave." And leave, they did. One, almost as soon as I sat, and the other five minutes later. YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got up, pulled the fan twice (it's not THAT hot to have the fan on full-blast hurricane gust), and reclaimed my seat, happy as a clam.
Soon thereafter, the bane of my Board existence, FN, meanders over. Did she just... I know she didn't just... I KNOW SHE DIDN'T JUST TURN THE FAN DOWN!!!!!!!!!! (these are the thoughts that ran through my head as I heard the gentle whir of the fan all but disappear).
To be continued...
A part of my job description requires me to visit an area on a different floor from my office that is located in a large, open room filled with about ten employees, each of them having their own desk. Only one small area (off in the cut, mind you) is sectioned off, with two walls and a ceiling-high bookshelf as borders. This teeny-tiny space has 4 desks in each of its corners, one of them being assigned to me. Let's call this area "The Board." I'd be remiss if I didn't note that the bigger office is home to various and sundry machines, including huge Xerox copiers, a machine that houses files that reminds me of a gigantic electronic Rolodex (I forgot the actual name of the contraption), and a mainframe computer (I SWEAR!), all going at once. These machines are in close proximity to The Board and my desk there. As one might imagine, the combination of the small space, enclosed by a ceiling-high bookshelf blocking any air that even thinks about circulating, and the fact that The Board is mere inches away from several heat-emitting machines......... well, let's just say, it gets hot and stuffy at The Board, even if only one person is in that area. The single saving grace for any warm-blooded human at The Board is the ceiling fan.
I say warm-blooded human because there is a fellow employee who apparently has cold blood running through her veins and doesn't like or need the ceiling fan when she's at The Board. I try to avoid at all costs working with The Fan Nazi (hereinafter known as FN) at The Board.
So, today, I go upstairs to The Board because I had been slacking on that particular job responsibility. As soon as I walked up, I thought, "Great! There are already two bodies up here and the fan is off! But, at least FN is not one of them, and I know that I can turn on the fan once these two leave." And leave, they did. One, almost as soon as I sat, and the other five minutes later. YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got up, pulled the fan twice (it's not THAT hot to have the fan on full-blast hurricane gust), and reclaimed my seat, happy as a clam.
Soon thereafter, the bane of my Board existence, FN, meanders over. Did she just... I know she didn't just... I KNOW SHE DIDN'T JUST TURN THE FAN DOWN!!!!!!!!!! (these are the thoughts that ran through my head as I heard the gentle whir of the fan all but disappear).
To be continued...
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Those blogthing quizzes sooooooooo don't work...
Or so I thought. I took this silly little quiz, with its silly little questions (I know these are so '07, but whatev), "How Are You In Love?" and these are the results:
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You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.
In relationships, you tend to be a bit selfish.
You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.
You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.
You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.
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Right on the money.
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You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.
In relationships, you tend to be a bit selfish.
You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.
You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.
You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.
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Right on the money.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Fantastical Reality
I'm not in love with you, he solemnly said
And something inside of me shifted.
The subconscious suddenly
Bubbled to the surface
And my bubble burst at the same time.
He reminded me that it was I who had
Placed him atop that white horse
And paraded him around as my prince.
I perched myself on the pedastal he reserved for a
pretty princess.
And since he is such a gentleman
There, he let me rest.
Through a rose colored lense I saw
His chivalry as a testament to his
Admiration and adulation of me.
But, he was just too kind to point out that the seat
Was not mine nor ever would be.
And something inside of me shifted.
The subconscious suddenly
Bubbled to the surface
And my bubble burst at the same time.
He reminded me that it was I who had
Placed him atop that white horse
And paraded him around as my prince.
I perched myself on the pedastal he reserved for a
pretty princess.
And since he is such a gentleman
There, he let me rest.
Through a rose colored lense I saw
His chivalry as a testament to his
Admiration and adulation of me.
But, he was just too kind to point out that the seat
Was not mine nor ever would be.
Monday, January 21, 2008
With new resolve...
This blog started as an experiment of sorts, without much planned direction or purpose. Considering how much I like to express myself through prose, I feel the need to write more frequently on this small piece of real estate in blogsphere. And, to be totally honest, I lurk so much on other people's blogs, that I should say something at some point on my own. :-) So, with new resolve, I will attempt to write at least weekly. On with the show!
Have you ever felt the need to just....... take a day off from life? Like you need a vacation from each of your responsibilities, including your job, family, friends, even your own thoughts? That is exactly what I'm going through as I type. There is so much on my to-do list right now (or so I feel), that I don't even know where to start.
I'm still struggling with my next career move. Only one thing is clear: I want to move to a different locale, a metropolitan area where there is a plethora of upwardly mobile young black professionals. Since I tested living in MD for two and a half months when I thought I wanted to attend law school there, and failed miserably (yeah, right, that was the "worst winter in years"), DC is out. That leaves the one and only obvious choice: Atlanta. I planned to take the Georgia bar exam anyway. (Sidenote: The best laid plans usually go awry. Four and a half years ago when I began law school, I never thought I would want to practice anywhere besides the Sunshine State. Now, I am uber-annoyed that I cannot just get up and move to a different state without taking an extremely difficult, oftentimes expensive exam. The nature of my profession certainly limits mobility, to my chagrin.) Since the jurisdictions are so geographically close, being licensed to practice in GA will make me marketable to firms here in FL, and therefore, I made plans to take the exam this July.
So, what is the problem, you ask? There is something telling me that ATL is not the place for me. The voice is tiny, almost a whisper, in the back of my mind. I'm still trying to decide if the voice is one of intuition or of fear and/or negativity.
My other choice is a city in central Florida, which was my first choice up until recently, when I honestly assessed what I want out of the city in which I choose to reside. Most of my current "issues" deal with the fact that I could probably very easily get a great job in this city. This makes timing difficult, as I do not want to pursue employment heavily in FL until I have considered my options in Atlanta (which, at this point, are none). Either way, come August, I plan to be starting an awesome new job.
I am also unconvinced that I'd like to live in city in central Florida. Speaking to a Soror one day over g-mail chat (the best thing EVER) about said city (in which she was born and raised), she told me: "The young black professional crowd is little to none. You'll be disappointed. But it seems like that is the case everywhere except Atlanta and DC." Ugh! I have and will continue to pray for guidance from above. It's so very frustrating to know that you can relocate to any location in the country, but to not know where you want to and, more importantly, need to be.
Have you ever felt the need to just....... take a day off from life? Like you need a vacation from each of your responsibilities, including your job, family, friends, even your own thoughts? That is exactly what I'm going through as I type. There is so much on my to-do list right now (or so I feel), that I don't even know where to start.
I'm still struggling with my next career move. Only one thing is clear: I want to move to a different locale, a metropolitan area where there is a plethora of upwardly mobile young black professionals. Since I tested living in MD for two and a half months when I thought I wanted to attend law school there, and failed miserably (yeah, right, that was the "worst winter in years"), DC is out. That leaves the one and only obvious choice: Atlanta. I planned to take the Georgia bar exam anyway. (Sidenote: The best laid plans usually go awry. Four and a half years ago when I began law school, I never thought I would want to practice anywhere besides the Sunshine State. Now, I am uber-annoyed that I cannot just get up and move to a different state without taking an extremely difficult, oftentimes expensive exam. The nature of my profession certainly limits mobility, to my chagrin.) Since the jurisdictions are so geographically close, being licensed to practice in GA will make me marketable to firms here in FL, and therefore, I made plans to take the exam this July.
So, what is the problem, you ask? There is something telling me that ATL is not the place for me. The voice is tiny, almost a whisper, in the back of my mind. I'm still trying to decide if the voice is one of intuition or of fear and/or negativity.
My other choice is a city in central Florida, which was my first choice up until recently, when I honestly assessed what I want out of the city in which I choose to reside. Most of my current "issues" deal with the fact that I could probably very easily get a great job in this city. This makes timing difficult, as I do not want to pursue employment heavily in FL until I have considered my options in Atlanta (which, at this point, are none). Either way, come August, I plan to be starting an awesome new job.
I am also unconvinced that I'd like to live in city in central Florida. Speaking to a Soror one day over g-mail chat (the best thing EVER) about said city (in which she was born and raised), she told me: "The young black professional crowd is little to none. You'll be disappointed. But it seems like that is the case everywhere except Atlanta and DC." Ugh! I have and will continue to pray for guidance from above. It's so very frustrating to know that you can relocate to any location in the country, but to not know where you want to and, more importantly, need to be.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Through the (HUNDRED) years as we struggle....
Today is 1-9-08!!!!!!! ONE-NINE-OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-EIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Skeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, my Sorors!
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