What's happening today at work

I Miss this Thing

2008-07-24T16:16:00.000-07:00

Aafter sitting here reading the blogs I wrote about work last year, it got me thinking. "I miss this thing." So much has happened since I last blogged. It was actually a year ago today. 7/24, the day before my birthday. Can't really say what was happening at work today because I was off. And I'm off tomorrow. No big plans or anything, just off. So now that I'm back, I will pick up where I left off last year. The only new thing at this time is our Executive Director resigned. His last day is 8/11. Whatdafuxup with dat?

Umm... I think I broke it

2007-07-24T10:45:00.000-07:00

I guess this is an admission of guilt but I had to tell someone. Today I decided I would work on some personal stuff of mine while at work. What made me think I could do this? First of all, my computer at work is a Mac and the one I use at home is Windows. (Please forgive me for not being clear on the differences in the two but apparently there is a big difference.) This in not the first time this has happened to me.(Incompatability issues. Hope I'm using that correctly.) Anyway, although the two computers share some of the same programs and shit like that, you can't do something on one and do the same thing on the other. For instance I typed a document on Mac's version of Microsoft Word and emailed it to myself at home and my program would not open the document. Somebody told me to save it in PDF format (whatever the fuck that means) I mean, don't get me wrong I am computer saavy but to a certain extent. I mean even you know I couldn't even add that shit to my page without your assistance. I just got so off the subject but back to the issue at hand. Umm...I think I broke it. I did some work on my computer at home and saved it to a CD. I tried to insert that same CD in to my computer at work. Big mistake. The shit got stuck. I mean it did not respond at all. This was at about 11:00 this morning. Right after the disk got stuck, I had to see a client so I had to put that shit on hold. Immediately following my session, I got back to trying to get my disk out. I tried everything and then eventually turned off the computer. Still no disk. So I emailed Matt, the computer guy. Last time I had a disk stuck, he ejected it from where ever he was. See he's the administrator so he can do whatever to your computer from where ever he is, when ever the fuck he wants to. He can read what I'm typing right now if he chose to. So Matt did not repond right away like he normally does so I called AL. Al is the graphic designer. He's good with computers and even he was at a loss. I figured the only was to get it out was to pry it open. I mean Matt hadn't responded and I needed my shit. Well this is where the story you've been waiting for comes in. I took out a pair of scissors from my desk. Yes scissors. I got to prying. At first, it seemed to be working pretty well. Or so I thought. Then the tip of scissors snapped off and went down in to the front of the computer. "Oh shit" I thought but then thought "Oh well, I need my shit." So I kept prying. That shit was not working. I turned the other end of the scissors to the unbroken tip and kept at it. "Oh shit it's coming open." I started to think but then realized that it wasn't coming open, it was coming off. Yes, I broke the front of the CD drive off but didn't stop there because you know... I needed my shit. So then I'm like, "What am I gonna do. I hope they don't notice this shit is broken before I stop working here." But how do you camoflague a propped open door that is normally closed. Who cares?? So, I see a little button and decide to push it. My computer automatically restarts and the disk comes out on its own. WTF??? I tried turning it off already. Anyway I had my shit and when I logged back on, Matt had just responded to my email telling me how to eject the disk. (Without breaking it) Oh well!!!!!!!

On the Way to work

2007-07-24T06:57:00.001-07:00

Nothing much is happening at work today so far but after this morning's bus ride in to work, my day can't get any worse. As you know the car blah, blah, blah. Anyway, me and my babe made up last night and everything was everything. We got up and out of the house on time. WTF?? I should have known something was up. So, I get dropped off right at the bus stop this morning instead of jumping out in the middle of traffic like I did yesterday. (Mondays are always crazy for me) So, the bus comes and I step on and who's driving the bus? Is that Mr. Wonderful? I thought he worked for another company. Well, it wasn't really Mr. Wonderful but the driver looked like a much older, swollen version of Mr. W.
Me: Good morning :)
He: Um hmm.
Me: Is this the scheduled time of this bus at this stop? (I asked because it was 8:15 and the bus came @ 8:10 yesterday. You'd be surprised what a difference 5 minutes makes)
He: I guess, I leave the mall @ 10 after.
Me: Whatever

Mr. Dart was not in the mood for talking this morning and that was fine. So anyway, this bus was more crowded than yesterday so I knew it had to be a later bus but this muthafucka act like he didn't know what I was talking about. We proceed, picking up more and more people. I began to be reminded of taking 3 buses to high school everyday. It didn't really bother me then but I've been driving for the last 12 years and riding the bus is nothing like I remembered it. We get on Philadelphia and continue on our journey. We pick up a man who looks like a roofer. A roofer, but a roofer on heroin. A complete stoner carrying a cooler, a bag and some other shit. I hope he doesn't sit next to me I think as I clutch my backpack in the empty seat beside me. You know how you be on the bus and there's an empty seat next to you and there is clearly only enough room for a child but a grown as muthafucka as big as you will try to sit there. I wasn't in the mood for that this a.m. So we go on. Next stop, WaWa/McDonald's. THree poeple waiting all with coffe in hand. How I wish we would have stopped at WaWa this morning. I wanted, no fuck that, I needed some cofee. A big 24 oz. I was so tired from "Making up" All night. So three people, three cups of coffee, one and a half brains. (I know that was mean but that was my way of saying they were all mentally challanged.) There were already 2 others like them on the bus. One was talking very LOUD to anyone that would listen. I just kept looking straight ahead so she didn't make eye contact and start talking to me. The other lady appeared to have some sort of problem too, but she was mean with hers. You know how you see those people walking around Broad and Olney or down there by city hall all mean/mad faced, talking to themselves and waiting for one muthafucka to step out of line so they can "Act Crazy" for real. Well she looked like she was looking for a confrontation this morning so still I sat eye straight ahead. When the three cups of cofee got on, they seemed to know the other 2. The LOUD talking and carrying on began. One of the 3 sat next to me. What did I tell you previously about the seat? O.K then Why did he sit next to me? I guess he wanted to be closer to the others. One was his girlfriend, I think. So he sits next to me and he's fucking sweaty, first thing in the morning. It was nice this morning, no humidity, why all the sweat? To top it all off, he smelled sweaty. WTF?? Now I'm irked. I didn't think riding the bus was that bad after yesterday morning but today I was proven wrong. So I tried to hold my breath and just endure the ride, it can't be that bad right? Wrong. Now I'm feeling moist on my right thigh. Is he fucking sweating on me? Yes, he was. Fortunately the person sitting next to his girl got up and he moved behind me with her. Remember, they're behind me. So next stop a wasp must have boarded the bus. Don't you hate when there are insects on the bus and people act like 1. they've never seen a bug or 2. their life is in danger. Its a fucking bee, get a grip. This big grown ass man and his two daughters were sitting where the bee was hovering, looking for a way out through a window. Grown man turns in to little girl and starts swatting the bee with his hand. LOUD MOUTH says HERE!!!! YOU CAN USE MY BOOK!!!! Handing grown as man her search-a-word book that she was just showing off to her friends and taling about VERY LOUDLY. Grwon ass man swats the bee down to the floor and STOMPS THE SHIT OUT OF IT. He didn't step on it once, he fucking STOMPED THE SHIT OUT OF IT. By now, I'm just laughing. I thought I must have been on a hidden camera show at this point. I just shook my head. The ride continues. I'm getting closer to my destination and almost happy that I'm almost at work. Wait, the couple behind me. They're playing Yatzee on one of the little hand held thingys right? "YATZEE!!!!!!" She screams, "I got it on the first spin." She carried on. Then her attention was diverted by an "Unmarked police care." Now she's screaming that. "Look an unmarked car, an unmarked car.!" Now her friends are looking. WTF??? I'm thinking. Then she says, "I just took a lucky guess at that and I was right." I'm thinking, That wasn't a lucky guess, the fucking car is blue, it's a Caprice Classic (typical Narc car) it had spot lights on both sides, a cage seperating the back seat from the front and the driver looked like Nick Nolte. Stevie Wonder could have seen that it was an undercover cop. She went on and on and then my stop came. I was never so happy but getting off the bus I had to hear about how comfortable the seats are on the 301 to Dover, whick also stops at Christina Mall you know? Well at least that's what my "Special Friends" said.

Isn't That Your Job?

2007-07-18T08:14:00.001-07:00

You wanna know what I hate more than anything? I'll tell you anyway. I hate when people don't want to do their job. I mean what they really get paid for. Yet they want to be involved in everything that has NOTHING to do with them. Always putting their nose where is doesn't belong. You already know the type of agency I work for right? Well one of the services we provide is monthly access to the food closet. Most clients come in to get their food but there are some that don't get around that well and we take the food to them. We either take it ourselves or the food closet/case manager technician will take it because that is her job. Case manager technician just means this person helps us out when we need it. They can help with filing, visiting clients, delivering food etc. Delivering food??? Hmm, isn't that your job? Well why are you telling me that you can't take food to my client. You do it for everyone elses, why not mine? I am fucking furious, mad enough to go to my supervisor and get this bitch in trouble. Yeah, you didn't know I could do that did you? Oh, you'll take the food whether you want to or not if I go tell Jose. See I know this because I went to him before when you told me you couldn't take food to one of my clients. He told me "THAT IS YOUR JOB!!!' And if I asked you AGAIN and you told me no, just come and tell him and he would MAKE you do it. The reason I'm hesitant is because I'm actually cool with this person and don't want to start any shit but, IT IS YOUR JOB. Normaly I would make my own drop offs but I don't have a car right now. My girlfriend went back to school and started on Monday so I've been getting rides to and from work from my co-workers. She knows this, and I just can't understand why she is tripping. Also they have been tripping around here about me not having a car and I don't want to draw any attention to myself. When I first got the job, no one said anything about having to have a car but now that I'm not driving, Lori is trying to make a big deal out of if. When I did drive daily, I didn't do home visits anyway so I don't understand what the problem is. If I did do a home visit, the CM Tech drove me anyway. See this is why I don't get it. She'll break her neck to "TAKE ME" any other time so whatdafuxup now!!!!!!!!! Before, it would be "I have to take Char..." My car would be sitting right in the garage but she still felt the need to "Take Me." I am not feeling her right now anyway. That's why I don't make "friends" at work.

Per Lucky Mommy's Request

2007-07-16T12:41:00.000-07:00

I know I haven't updated this blog since 6/22 but with good reason. Its not that nothing has been happening at work. Its that too much has been happening at work and I haven't had a free moment. Like just now, I was interrupted by an annoying co-worker asking me how to spell Kiara. I don't fuckin know, my name is Charmaine. Anyway. where do I begin. It all started 8 months ago when they decided to hire a 63 year old man "buying time until retirement." This man (a great case manager as Lori would say) has not done one fucking thing since he's been here and it is showing. Last week, he was involved in a car accident outside of a bar. Was he coming from the bar, we don't know, but we strongly suspect. Well, there was a police chase involving a man who had just murdered his mother. The cops were chasing him and he side swiped a bunch of cars one being Richard's. He claimed whiplash!! Therefore excusing him from work for a few days. Was he even in the car? Who knows??? Anyway, he had also been having problems with his throat and for the last 3 months he voice was merely a whisper. He finally went and got it checked out and a leision was found on his throat and he was scheduled for surgery today. With all this going on, he is out of the office until 7/23. Well when anyone is out, their case load is divided amongst the remaining case managers. On Wednesday, I was sent to look in one of his charts for a doucment that was supposed to be turned in to the housing program on 6/30. That shit wasn't there. I told Lori who make up 15 excuses for why it wasn't there and where it could have been. "Look in some other charts." She orders, "Maybe it was misfiled." Me: "Bitch, it ain't there." So she calls him at home. It must be in so and so's file. Nope, wasn't there either. All the while, I'm like he didn't do that shit. She didn't want to believe it. Well while looking through 50 other charts to see if the form was misfiled, I found many other things that were either incomplete, missing or in the wrong place all together. Running to Lori I say, "His charts are ALL screwed up." She brushed that shit off. O.K. Next day, she sends me in there looking for something else that didn't exist. All the while she is still looking for the first "Misfiled" document still believing that he somehow completed it and it disappeared. He doucmented in the notes that he faxed it to the housing program. Why are the calling saying that they didn't get it. "Maybe he gave it back to the client." She says. Me making things worse, "After faxing it when it should have gone in the chart?" She just looked stupid. Her, "I can't figure out why he would say he faxed it if he didn't?'' YOU BIG DUMMY!!!!!!! I've never met a more stupid bitch in my life. Had it been anyone else, they would have been written up. Why is she giving him the benefit of doubt. Who knows. Well things continued to unfold until Friday afternoon before we got off at one, everyone started telling her all the shit that he has been doing since day one. Like coming to me everyday asking how to fill out simple everyday forms, leaving early because he claimed he came in @ 7. Who comes in to work at seven and doesn't have to be here until 9. I couldn't sleep he said. So that means he leaves @ 2:30??? I think not. But I guess its cool when you go to the big boss John B and he says its o.k. Why is Richard so buddy buddy with John. He'll go right over the supervisor's head straight to the boss. Well by the time I got done dropping all the dimes I had, Lori was ready to call him and fire him then. He's just been skating around here not doing shit. She says he is really good with the clients. My thing is really good with the clients don't get us paid, proper documentation paper work does. If we were to get audited tomorrow, we would lose all of our funds because this ass hole is buying time. So now I have 10 additoinal clients and no more fucking money. So that's what's happening at work.

Good News!!!

2007-06-22T07:11:00.000-07:00

This just in: Lil John has just announced that instead of having off on July 3rd and 4th, we'll work on July 3rd and have off on the 4th, 5th and 6th. Well will return to work on July 9th. Oh Joy!!!! Now I don't have to use my vacation days. Not that I have anything planned, I'm just excited about being off and wanted to share this tid bit. Anyway nothing is going on around here today. Everyone is just waiting for 1 p,m as usual. This is our Friday routine. Come in at 9 and look busy until around 12:30. No one can compose themselves past that time. Then its like 5th grade when you're sitting at your desk with your hands folded, sitting up nice and straight with all your stuff packed up waiting for the dismissal bell or for your teacher to call the quietest person to line up. This is torture. Its only 10:20.

Good News!!!

2007-06-22T07:10:00.000-07:00

Is This Bitch Serious?

2007-06-20T10:27:00.000-07:00

THIS BITCH IS ON MY FUCKIN NERVES TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have never met a lazier bitch in my life. Always passing the buck. Its like, "Bitch, you're the supervisor. Stop passing work off." I just think she's trying to get under my skin today and she's doing a good job. I can't even put in to words how bad she has pissed me off today. If I didn't need my job, I'd probably be catching a case today. Anyway, this greedy ass on a work diet ass bitch was in the kitchen during our lunch break trying to engage me in conversation because she knows I'm not fucking with her today. She knows when she has gotten on my bad side but continues to talk to me. I just look at her like she's stupid. Anyway, James our volunteer had Butterfingers and Twix in his lunch bag. He passed one out to me and 2 of my other co-workers. THis bitch was like,"When you offer something to one person in the room, you should offer to everyone." I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON A DIET BITCH. We all gave her that look. She was like, "I can have one little piece of candy." THAT'S WHY YA BIG ASS AIN'T LOSIN NO WEIGHT BITCH. I'm sure she went in her office and added that Twix to the collection of shit she has hidden in her stash that she's not supposed to be eating.

Somebody's Messin With My Mac

2007-06-20T06:26:00.000-07:00

I came in this morning and my computer was on. WHAT??????? I know for sure I turned it off last night before I left. Why is my computer on? Of course it was opened to the password screen but it could have easily been restarted. Was Matt messin with my mac? Matt is the IT specialist and he is always doing something. I even had difficulty accessing my blog. What's up with that? What do you think??????

Caught With Your Hand in the Cookie Jar

2007-06-19T13:16:00.000-07:00

Today I literally caught Lori with her hand in the cookie jar, or bag I shoud say. Monthly, we have a luncheon for our clients where we provide food and education. Today we had pizza and tossed salad. For dessert, there were chocolate chip cookies and brownies. This morning, I was instructedby the food police to use the brownies first and only open the cookies if necessary. The clients didn't want the brownies, the wanted the soft and chewy chocolate chip cookies with the little elves working so hard on the package. It was for them so I opened them instead of the brownies. I later opened the brownies too. When everything was said and done there were cookies and brownies left over. Lori is in charge of ALL LEFTOVERS. When everyone left the kitchen, or so she thought, she commenced to fucking those cookies up. She got too comfortable. She had one cookie in her mouth and her other hand on the bag ready to dig in and shove as many in her mouth as she could before anyone could see. Then I appeared and she looked like the puddy tat reaching for Tweety in the cage as Grandma walked in. YOU'RE BUSTED BITCH!!!!!!!!! YOUR COVER IS BLOWN. Her eyes almost bugged out of her head. Then she says innocently, "These cookies are really good." I say, "I'm sure they are but I'm trying to cut down on sweets." She goes, "Yeah, I don't eat sweets that often either." This coming from the bitch that put up 12 chocolate chip muffins from our last staff meeting. I have yet to see them motherfucker resurface either. That only means she took them home to eat while she works out on her new Gazelle. I'm sure her excercise equipment has all types of crumbs and shit under it, on it, in the motor etc. The buttons are probably all sticky from syrup and ice cream and shit. FACE IT BITCH, IF YOU'RE GOING TO DIET YOU MUST DO IT ALWAYS AND NOT JUST AT WORK. She eats salads for lunch but eats in her office where no one can see all the other shit she sneaks in while "Eating lunch."

Can We Say Tension?

2007-06-15T12:03:00.000-07:00

I know I said I would return on Monday but this couldn't wait. My lunch didn't start with everyone else's because I had to run an errand for my girlfriend when I got off. We started out waiting at the Exchange to be seated but when it took so long, I decided to run my errand and come right back. Needless to say, by the time I got back, everyone had been seated, had their drinks and were partially done their meals. I didn't know running home was going to take so long. What I did know was if I had of parked in the garage and walked back to the Exchange, I would have missed everything. I was lucky enough to find a parking space right outside the resturant. That is almost impossible during the day in downtown Wilmington. I knew by the time I came back, Brian would be mad at me because he was only going because I was going. Anyway, since everyone was almost finished their meals when I returned, I only ordered a drink and dessert. The tension was so obvious when I walked in. It was like Brian smelled me when I came back. They were sitting in the back of the resturant and Brian was facing the wall, back to the door. When I came in, I looked around to see if I saw anyone before I pulled out my phone to call. Brian's dog nose sensed I was there and turned around immediately to summon me to the table. I have to say that the tension was apparent upon arrival. Like I said we waited so long to be seated so we sat in the lounge area initially. There was seating for 5 and we were 6 deep. (Me, Darcy, Kathy (AKA Linda Chandler AKA Karen the fag hag), Brian, Lil John and Ebbie) I didn't even know Ebbie was coming, I should have though. Ebbie needs his own post. If I began to get in to him, we'd be here all day but, long story short Ebbie just started 2 months ago and he works in development. He is super-gay. I mean he should have a fuckin cape on with tights and thigh high boots. He is in to Broadway and refers to himself as a "Stage door Whore" He waits outside for the show to end so he can get autographs from the cast. The thing that erks me the most is that whenever he sees me, it instantly becomes "Charmaine: The Musical." Why do you have to sing my fuckin name? Every time you see me? Anyway, like I said, he needs his own post. Stay tuned. So when I get to the table, you can cut the tension with an axe. Brian was at one end and John was at the other. Opposite sides. Ebbie sat in the middle across from Kathy and Darcy sat next to Kathy across from John. There was one empty seat for me, next to Ebbie and across from Brian. Brian and John were both sitting at their ends, beet red and shaking thier legs uncontrollably. Brian and John had ordered the same thing. I'm sure they were pissed about that. The was a crab dip appetizer and nachos. I just munched on those while I waited for my drink and my cheesecake. Everyone's plan was to get drunk and have a good time but the tension made it impossible. Brian eased up once I got there but you could still tell he was unhappy. He only went because he and Kathy are friends. Everyone is friends with John and Brian but they make if difficult to be around the two of them together. Anyway, everyone was laughing and talking except John and Brian. John would laugh at his jokes and Brian would laugh at his but neither one of them laughed at each other's. They are so petty. There were many moments of uncomfortable silence and I think everyone felt uncomfortable around them. Kathy continued to talk and crack jokes but it was weird. Anyway, when the check came, everyone reached in there pockets and pulled out twenties. Some needed more than $20. The place was nice but expensive and I thought they said they had Happy Hour prices. My drink and cheesecake came to $15.00 so I put in twenty. Brian put in $20 but obviously needed to run to the ATM for the rest. John gathered all the money and paid the waitress. When Brian came back he put up $20 more dollars. John gave him $10 back. He said, " I don't need it. Put it toward the tip." We all said, "Brian its taken care of." But he insisted that he was going to leave the $10. So I said, "Shit, give it to me then." We all laughed but Brian still didn't want to take it back. Then John said in his naggy voice, "Brian you've already paid enough." I thought the arguement was going to start there, but it didn't. Brian just put his money away. It was time to go then and everyone knew it. I felt bad for Brian because John was always so Bossy when they were together and he is still bossing him around. Brian just retreated to his shell as usual. Brian has so much backbone when he is not around John. I never want to go out with the two of them again.

Nothing much

2007-06-15T09:17:00.000-07:00

Ain't nothin goin on around here because of the threat at the staff meeting yesterday. Lil John made a comment at the meeting yesterday that "Things are going well with the early Fridays but he has noticed that some people are not working and if it continues, we will have to go back to full days." Whatever Nigga!!!! All that means is stay in your office on Fridays. For the last few weeks, everyone has been just hanging out in one office. Mine. Makin me look bad. But you know me, I'm always sitting at my desk in front of my computer typing away. To the people on the other side of the desk I appear to be working dilligently but if the people in the offices across the street could see what I was doing, I would be busted. They would know that I am rarely ever doing work. Well, not work for my job. I'm usually working on reading other people's blogs or creating my own. I have really gotten in to this. Thanks Lucky Mommy, this was a very good idea. I spend so much time reading blogs that I sometimes forget what I'm really supposed to be doing here. Its like I come to work for the internet, especially since my home computer is down again. That fucker got a virus and if its anything like the virus the people I work with have, its over. My girl's cousin "The computer Tech" is supposed to come over tomorrow to fix it. Ever notice how anyone that knows a little bit about computers call themselves a "Computer Tech"? Whatever Nigga!!! Just fix my shit. Anyway everyone is in their offices waiting for 1 pm so we can go and celebrate "Linda Chandler's" birthday. There's this new place not too far from here with happy hour drink prices at lunch on Friday. How cool is that? I'm going because Brian doesn't want to go alone. He just doesn't want to be around Lil John. Lil John is our Deputy Director and Brian's ex-boyfriend. They broke up because Lil John read Brian's email and Brian was talking about him like a dog to his friend. His exact words were, "He acts like a little kid and he can't fuck." Feelings were obviously hurt but the truth hurts is how I see it. Anyway they always try to avoid each other in the office and Brian is hurt over their break up. He meant what he said, he just didn't want to break up with him I guess. But don't you think they should have if Brian felt like he couldn't fuck? Why be with someone if you're not getting what you want? Well these 2 dudes had just bought a house together, Brian bought John a truck and some other stuff. All bets are off. John kept the house and the car because they are both in his name. They were all lucky in love at Christmas and by Martin Luther King Day, they were over. Poor things. On Monday, I'll probably have some juicy tales or at least I hope. These fags are always a riot and Linda Chandler is a bigger fag hag than the chick on Will and GRace. She's also the Whitest BLACK girl ever. Mr. Wonderful's sister. Oh yeah Big John is the Director, Lil John is the deputy. Big John wants Lil John to be just like him. Lil John is like 25, get paid to be a director and chats on line all day with hot guys from all over. I wish I had his job. Well I'm online all day already so I just wish I had his pay.

Ever Been Corrected By Someone Who Can't Speak English?

2007-06-13T06:25:00.002-07:00

Well I have and am constantly by a mutherfucker who speaks English as a second language. Our assistant supervisor Jose (You already know where I'm going with this) constantly tries to correct people's grammer and writing style and can't speak a fucking lick of English. He's from Columbia, how you gon' fuckin correct anybody when you don't even know when to use he or him. And you always mix up he and she. He is always she. And you wanna correct me? Yeah fuckin right. Yesterday we had a case management meeting and we were talking about a issue with our housing program. The program has lost over $180,000.00 in funding for this year. The budget WAS $250,000.00.
So the problem is we need to help our client's find other affordable housing opportunities and QUICK. So I composed a letter and mailed it to everyone I have in the program. (I'm trying to be proactive so they won't be in the street.) The program on the other hand has not informed these client's that they will soon lose their precious housing subsidy. Anyway, I thought the letter I composed was great and very imformative. So did everyone else. So much so that they all asked if they could use my letter as a template. Jose, out of all people started marking my letter up talking about it was unclear. Of course its unclear for someone who can't speak or write English. He obviously can't read it either. So I said, "I see you're making changes to my letter, make sure you put those changes in your letter because mine is fine." I went on to say, "You're always tring to correct somebody and can't speak or write a lick of English. You sure got some nerve." Everyone in the meeting fell out laughing because they know its true. I said, "The next time you send an email, I'm going to edit it and send it back to you so you can see how much you need to be corrected." Motherfucker!!!!!

Ever Been Corrected By Someone Who Can

2007-06-13T06:25:00.001-07:00

Still here huh????? Cont'd

2007-06-08T09:21:00.001-07:00

What was so funny about the last post that I forgot to mention is our director always gives everyone the T.V interview answer. Any time you ask him anything related to him personally, he gives this generic ass answer. For example, both his parents are old and sick, he had them staying at his house with him for some time. When you ask about his parents, he'll say, "Oh they're doing fine." Real short and to the point. But let Jane, our office manager ask him and he'll give her the real deal. He'll give her their diagnosis, treatment and prognosis. So for him to give me an explanation of why he was still in the office, I knew he had to feel stupid

Still here huh?????

2007-06-08T09:06:00.000-07:00

Remember my sneaky ass executive director? This is another one of his sneaky instances. He plays himself every time when it comes to me. Last night I was in the office late as I am every Thursday night waiting for my girlfriend to get off of work. The executive director was still in the office which is unusual for him. He obviously didn't know I was still here and he looked very shocked to see me at my desk typing away. He stopped in front of my door and gave me the "What the fuck are you still doing here?" look. But his mouth said, "Oh still here huh?" But still looking like, "What the fuck are you doing here?" I say, "Yeah I'm here waiting for Meka to get off work at 7 so I figured I'd get a head start on tomorrow and do some work." Just what he wanted to hear. The look on his face changed instantly and then since he felt stupid, he felt the need to tell me why he was still here. I just laughed.

SNeaky ass Executive Director

2007-05-31T15:11:00.001-07:00

John B our fearless leader is a sneaky mother fucker. Get this, you know I said Lori was out today so there was no one to sneak around the hall checking up on people. THis is usually her job in addition to getting on everyone's nerves. See they have this issue with me on personal calls but they can never catch me. Today, I must have talked on the phone with my friend for 4 hours (Three straight hours) Now if Lori was here, she would have walked past my office 25 times checking to see if she can hear the nature of my conversation. Don't these muther fuckers know I peeped that a long time ago? John does the same thing but he's more obvious. Lori will walk by but come back with mail or papers in her hand. She might even stop by the office across the hall to fuck with Richard. (She can't stand him and you'll hear about him too.) JOhn on the other hand will come whizzing by one way and slow walk coming back. Today, I literally heard that mother fucker stop outside of my door and pause to see if he could hear me talking. So you know me, I just started talking about something that could have sound work related. I think I must have asked my friend something about the baby. One of my client's just had a baby so it could have easily been her and would have been her if he decided to confront me. But I know he won't. Everyone around here looks for someone else to do their dirty work. Like Lori uses Jose to do her dirty work. Jose is the assistant supervisor/Lori's personal ass kisser. He's always defending her and making up excuses for her piss poor attitude. He agrees with everything she says. He's an immigrant and just happy to have a job though. He wants all conflict kept to a minimal but he can get conforntational with his funky ass breath. His office smells like bad dental work. He either has rotting teeth or a bad stomach. He's cool though. A micro-manager but cool and easy to talk to. In my opinion, he should be supervisor and she should be the assistant. He does all the work anyway now I see why he micro-manages. He can't keep up with all the shit he has to do so he thinks no one else can either. They've learned that they don't need to check on me. See I get my work done first and then goof off. They probably only see the goofing off but when they check my work, its ALL in order. I'm not stupid but they are.

Lori's off today

2007-05-31T14:45:00.000-07:00

I was happy to come in this morning to find that Lori was in the Rehobeth office today. Our agency has offices in all 3 counties of Delaware. Lori is my bi-polar manic depressive supervisor who gets on eveyone's nerves. No lori means play all day but be prepared when the bitch returns. Someone made the comment that she'll have her whip out tomorrow. SHe loves to rain on someone's parade. No worse than that, she loves to rain on someone's cookout. You know everybody hates a rained out cookout. She is so miserable. Probably because she gets no dick or pussy or whatever she wants. She sits in her office, in the dark surfing the internet all day looking for shopping deals. When she can't get any discounts online, she goes off. (I'm not sure if that's what it is but that's how it seems.) When her lazy ass finally surfaces, its only to tell someone what to do. Who the hell made her superisor. She doesn't have a leadership bone in her body. One of my former co-workers used to say, "She is the laziest bitch in captivity." And its true. Don't get me wrong about Lori, she comes up with good ideas when forced to. She is a team player if there was an "I" in team. And she likes to hoard food. We work for a non-profit agency that services people with HIV/AIDS. We have monthly events for clients and she is always the keeper of the food. If there is anything left over, she wants to wrap it up and save it for another event like its her money being spent. She has a whole bunch of cookies and chips and juice and shit stored behind the chair in her office. She hoards paper towels, paper plates, cups etc. What the fuck is her problem? Now yesterday, I heard she made a comment out the blue about people eating chips out of the food closet. We have a food closet where we provide food for clients on a monthly basis. The food comes for the Delaware food bank and we get grants to pay for it. When the deliver food, they always bring an abundance of chips from Herr's. Herr's seems to donate the chips that don't sell or nobody wants like ketchup chips to the food bank. The food bank in turn gives them away free to the agencies that purchase food. So every month we'll have like 25 boxes of chips. Lori's comment was, "I think JOhn (our executive director whom you'll hear about too) would want us giving those chips to the clients instead of the employees thinking the can just go in there and eat the chips." FIRST OF ALL, WHO THE FUCK WANTS KETCHUP CHIPS OR SOME BULLSHIT ASS JALAPENO KETTLE CHIPS? Like I said, they give us the bullshit no one else buys. The clients, as needy as some of them are don't even want the chips. The last thing I'll say about her because I have to save some for future blogs is, she's always talking about she's a vegeterian and she's on a diet and this and that. She hasn't lost any weight in the 2 years that I've been here. She has one of those Relacore bellys and butts. You know the comercial that says stress causes weight around your belly and bottom. She looks like she's six months pregnant and has never given birth. Anyway, she's always eating healthy and talking about shopping at Trader Joe's but I think when she gets home, she gorges herself. Any time we have anything with meat, she'll say, "Oh I can eat chicken." I've seen this bitch eat more than chicken. She's full of shit.

Movie Play Date

2007-05-31T14:41:00.000-07:00

Didn't get a chance to tell you about Friday's escapade with my co-workers. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Darcy drove his own car so I got to sit in the front seat of the Jeep. It was actually pretty cool and I was comfortable. Shrek the Third was o.k. But before the movie, I had to cuss this old ass lady out for being rude. Once in the theatre, I continued to antagonize her until I was satisfied. After the movies, we went to Friendly's. Wasn't as much of a story as I thought it would be but we're supposed to go to SHampoo this Friday so we'll see if I come back with any funnies.

THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY

2007-05-25T09:42:00.000-07:00

Today is the Friday before the big holiday weekend. The first official holiday of the summer season, MEMORIAL DAY. Also today begins our off at 1 on Fridays for the summer. Oh Happy Day! Nothing much is going on here. After work, my co-workers and I are going to the movies to see Shrek the Third. How Gay. BUt, so are they. We were supposed to be seeing Spiderman 3 but it starts at 1. Shrek starts at 1:30 and I guess they just want to be doing something. This should be fun? Get this. Brian wants us to ride in his Jeep. Not a Cherokee or Escalade, Land or Range Rover, but a fucking Jeep. Just like you see in the outback riding all over those bumpy roads with mud splashed up on the sides and shit. Top off too. What makes him think I want to climb my fat ass up in that thing and be all scrunched up with my knees and everything else in my chest. Two other people are going with us. Darcy and Wanda. Darcy is 6 feet tall so where do you think he's going to sit. In the fuckin' front right. That means they expect my fat ass to sit in the back. There is no room in those things at all. The two front seats are all the way in the back. I guess if I ride with them, I'll have a story come Tuesday morning. Yes, Tuesday, because we're off on Monday. So, until then.