Nah, surely folks don’t blame Obama for odd stuff.
I thought it was a tumblr joke, I swear.
So I asked the lady at work for some documents right, she tells me she doesn’t open her mail because the last time she did, her car interest rate went up fifty percent. It was in the fine print and legal she said, Obama signed it into law.
I’ve bought vehicles in the past, I’m all curious, did I miss a potential interest rate hike in fine print?? So I goggle it, didn’t find a thing…does anyone know what the heck she’s talking about?
THIS JUST IN: only thin people are allowed to have chronic pain or chronic illnesses. Fat people with disabilities will be magically cured by weight loss. More at 11.
I’ve been telling everyone and their momma that I don’t read work emails at home and to not expect a response from me outside my working hours.
Dayum, I wish I was that chick who could just let. it. go. because I checked my email just now and saw something that I knee jerked responded to. And I replied all, to all the people I’ve been telling I don’t check my email at home. Shit.
Including my boss.
Granted, I’m not the chick who can just let it go but I’m the chick who wouldn’t let you play me in an email to the entire department.
Yeah, I’m all tough and shit but I just threw away my one tactical advantage. Jesus, I’m an idiot. I couldn’t bloody wait 12 hours to respond???Now I’m waiting for the response to my response so I can respond. Christ!
Y’all please let me know if I’m talking too much about my son leaving for college. It’s just that this part of me all of a sudden catching all the feelings is not in the parenting handbook they gave me when I had him. Especially since I’ve been waiting for his butt to leave since he was 14.
Do you know how many times I’ve thought, this lil shit can’t go off to college soon enough?
Be careful what you wish for, no truer words have ever been spoken.
Somebody hold me.
I read an entry in my diary from this time last year where I wrote how I was extremely pissed at my old boss for not giving me more responsibilities. I switched jobs in September - the new job is definitely more responsibilities that sometimes I’m too exhausted to think at the end of the day.
Apparently there’s no happy medium with me. But I’ll take busy any day over not feeling needed at my job or just there to have a seat watching the clock for 8 hours.
Also if it looked like I was stalking your blog, I’m catching up from not being able to play on tumblr during the week because of my omygawd!!! busy important, important busy job.
Because of all the financial stress with my son’s college, I haven’t had time to dwell on the fact he’s leaving soon. Things are settling down and it’s starting to hit me, I mean I cried last night. I know right? Me! Context: I was never an affectionate mother. In my young head, I had a job to do, raise an African America son. I couldn’t afford to be sentimental. Foolishness and regret.
Anyway, so I call my older sister and I’m telling her I’ll miss my baby and she goes “well, why don’t you sell your house and move closer to DC?”
See, prime example of folks hearing what they wanna hear. In what universe does me missing my son translate to I need to live closer to you people?
Shit, offer to purchase for me a plane ticket to visit him in September when school starts. Don’t suggest I uproot my life to move closer to family I uprooted my life to avoid way back then.
In any case, sentimentality I’m totally there but I feel my kid thinks I’m brand new, I want to hug him and he’s like are you sick mom? Foolish kid, I plan on catching up on all those years I missed out on.