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The Braxtons~Burmuda or Bust Tamar in the Face

In Take 2: Film/TV Reviews on 13 April 2011 at 12:04 am

Now you know…… I HAD to write about this show….

Toni– the star, the one we all know and love. Is it me or does Toni’s cheeks look chubby as shit in this episode? And I love her sons, they both are soooo handsome. She makes cute kids. Diezel’s hair… I LOVE IT!!!!

Traci– Funny how they call her the Wannabe!!! hahahahahaah And she lives here in Maryland?

Towanda– The responsible one, and she is Toni’s Assistant. I LOVE HER!!! hahahahahaha

Trina– The party Girl and a back-up singer for Toni.

Tamar– The Diva, who sings back-up, the baby of the family and her husband is the manager for Toni. Wow…. I have sooo much to say.  Hold up, did Tamar just take over the rehearsal?  And she told CiCi, the choreographer, that she thinks that they should do something better. Now, Tamar, honey….when you fix that weave then you can be a star. And quit it already with the pouty lip…its not sexy you look like you at a Sour Patch Kid.

Now, I think that it is sooooo interesting how they all have this raspy voice. I love it.  Hold up… did Tamar just say that she doesn’t want CiCi to teach her any more. LAWD!!! I just want to bust her in the face!!! Hell, if you missed your sisters being there with you, Toni…. just have them meet you at a stop. I don’t even understand how Vincent puts up with Tamar.

Mother Evelyn looks BEAUTIFUL!!!! She doesn’t look like her age, whatever it is, at all! That’s all that I have to say about that.

And it is funny as hell watching Toni be so forgetful..lol. Now I see why Towanda is the responsible. All I have to say is…when I become wealthy and I take my two current personal assistants with me… I hope that I NEVER become that dependent upon them. I want to pay them to get tasks done and not to cater to me. That is the fastest way to piss me off is to do stuff for me, well stuff that I could do for myself. I guess that level of assistance I have yet to attain or understand. It just looks silly from where I sit. But…. if you like it, I love it.

Annnnnnd. I think that Toni would be the first to say that she would prefer a commercial plane and not a jet. Now THAT I have to disagree with….private jets rock. I love it when I have the moments of being on them.

LMAO!!! Trina did not say that whenever Tamar talks it is like going to the city dump. Tamar said she wants to raise and Asian baby girl as a black child and name her Disney. lmao!!!

Wow… Towanda and her husband are roommates? WOWZERS!!! Wait…. I want to bust Tamar in the face for how she discusses her life. It is ungrateful wenches like that which make me wonder if I will EVER get married b/c someone thought that she was worth marrying in her current state and she didn’t have to chain. But they need to talk about how Tamar needs a touch up on those edges…….TCB on aisle Tamar!

LMAO!!! Did Traci turn into a slave from the Underground Railroad when Tamar asked if she would hold her purse…lmao!  But in all seriousness… I want to give Traci a hug. I really understand what she is saying. Because they all put up with Tamar but no one is begging Traci to be apart of the group. And Tamar should be busted in the clavicle the moment that she told Traci she is not Human Resources for Background Singers of America. Really? All I have heard Tamar say Me, My, I so many damn times that Pronoun will not use any of those word for the remainder of this blog.

And it is comical to watch the grandmother Evelyn try to take care of all of all of the children. LMAO!!! Hilarious! But at least she tried.

And…..I got on the phone and forgot I was watching this. But the jist is that Tamar and her husband Vincent are not really speaking and they kept coming back to Toni to talk about it. But wow….they should keep their marriage in their marriage and not include Toni.

Sincerely,

~*My Mother’s Daughter*~

Dear (Majority of) White People……

In So-Shall Experience on 7 October 2010 at 11:14 am

       So-Shall I be the first to point out that  yes, the title may seem just a tad bit racist. Well.. I’m not racist! Some of my closest friends are white! And no, I am not making a generalized statement for ALL white people, but yes, this does apply to MOST white people. Shoot me on being Politically Incorrect later… right now… I’m venting.

        So this blog comes from the fact that for the past two days/years I have been the victim of Caucasian Anti-Conflict measures, aka Passive-Aggressive, aka That Bull SHit! I don’t do well with beating around the bush. I am perfectly happy with just setting the whole damn bush on fire and letting the truth burn or confess what the hell is on its mind. hahaha a Burning Bush sounds so Biblical…but modernized concept. Point blank…. I don’t like it and it drives me up the wall.

        Where does this come from? I could turn completely militant and ask ” are you that afraid of black people, or conflict in general, that you would rather appear to be a strong force while turning female dog behind closed doors”? You do know that I have no source of respect for anyone who participates in this kind of action. It shows weakness, it creates animosity, it creates a divide in whatever form of trust that may have been present before you turned bitch. And I am not saying this as a minority woman, but as a person in general, I like people in authority to be in authority and not to abuse the power.

         When I came to this position at my job I worked under a very powerful, strong-willed, and intelligent African-American woman. Now, my other African-American women know that this in and of itself could pose as a recipe for disaster in the work place. Well try two black women at the head of your division. I just knew I wasnt going to make it through this experience without getting arrested, but I was sadly mistaken. These two black women were some of my best bosses in my whole employment history. They were direct, they were quick in correcting the issue and you never were in the dark about what your tasks were, how they felt about you, and what it was that was coming down the pipeline. I LOVED that. They put out the fire before the gasoline was even ciphered out of the ground, they didn’t wait for the match to be lit after the situation was drenched in octane. I felt very accomplished working under the two of them and I got a ton of work done. This is the type of environment that I thrive in; directness, preciseness, and honesty.

        But this joy was short-lived as one boss got a job in another division and the HWIC retired. We then got this younger Caucasian male to replace her. I was like, okay, new experience but I will embrace it.  But now!…..please bring my two black women back!!!!!!! Between his indecisiveness, his two-faced ways, his cutting you off in the middle of conversations, and his bold face lying…. I just can’t take the Passive-Aggressive measures that he is already taking as the new lead of my division. I can’t do it…. then his elderly mini-me who follows behind him drives me absolutely up the wall….let me explain.

        I am, if nothing else, a very direct & consistent woman…if I say that I will do something then that is exactly what I am going to do unless a force of God takes that power away from me. So, if I am going to be late, sick, or stuck in traffic I text, email, or call my Caucasian supervisor and let him know…he’s the elderly mini-me. I have sent emails and text messages at 4am as I head to the ER or 6am while I am having an asthma attack on my bathroom floor. I’ve even texted him, WHILE DRIVING…which is ILLEGAL…if I am stuck in this horrible DMV traffic just so that they are aware of where I am. All this to say….they know where I am. So dude, if you don’t hear from me saying that I am running late, that means that I am in the office somewhere and all you need to do is leave me the hell alone. But noooooooooooo this fossil decides to walk past my office to the office behind me, which is a dead-end, and then turn back just to say good morning and walks back to his desk. Or if I am on the phone and a meeting has started he walks over and tells me that I need to get off the phone because a meeting is going on ( never mind the fact that this phone call pertains to information that I need to share in the meeting as soon as it is completed).  Or an office email is sent out and he has to walk over and tell me the very same damn thing that the email says… FOOL YOU HIRED ME BECAUSE I CAN READ!!!! This nonsense gets old, annoying, and mentally challenging. 

        When there is a situation that needs to be resolved I feel like I am floating in the middle of Kat Stacks vag. I have walked to my elderly supervisor with concerns and problems asking for his assistance just to have him tell me that I need to suck it up. I have sent emails and documented issues that have stressed me out, made my working conditions unbearable and that have almost made me choose to quit just to have him sit on them and say that we are here to please the company. But when those very problems are brought to him because they have escalated and I am now in trouble… NOW he comes to me and wants to set the record straight. Do you all know that I am on probation at work because this pale fart failed to do his due diligence as my supervisor and ensure that I was covered!!! He walks into meetings like he has never heard my concerns and turns shocked that this is even happening and throws me under the fucking bus!!!! I HATE THIS MESS! This type of behavior will get his 2 days from shaking God’s hand in person ass pushed down an elevator shaft! WHO DOES THAT?!!! My head boss sat in front of us yesterday and asked for another co-worker in front of everyone. That co-worker comes into the office and mentions that she heard she was being looked for and he lied to her face. But then he calls his mini-me into the office and we get a discussion about being on time.

        Dear White People…. don’t do that shit! When I walk into a meeting and you make a generalized statement, it goes right over my head because I know what you once told me and I stick with that. When I ask you if it is me and for specific details, dont generalize me because you will get generally ignored. For example, I was told that my friendship with another employee was a conflict of interest…but when I asked what aspects of that friendship so that I could fix the situation, I was told that it was no big deal. If it is no big deal why the hell are you sitting with me in an office telling me that there is a problem with my damn friendship? Then when I say that I will stop being friends with this person they tell me to stop being dramatic and all of that is no necessary. WELL, DAMN IT THEN TELL ME WHAT PART I NEED TO FIX because my job is not worth me losing over a friendship that I only have when I am in the office, nor is my healthy or parole record worth damaging because you can’t make up your damn mind.

        So, speak to me directly. Conflict is good… that shows me that you are human, that you have opinions and that I cant run all over you. I respect logical conflict….but this Passive-Aggressive nonsense causes me to lose all respect for you, what you stand for and you will get nothing out of me. Change this up. I shouldnt always have to conform to the ways of the world….sometimes the ways of the world need to acknowledge that you are incorrect, flat-out wrong and do something to correct it. That is my thought. And Scene!

Sincerely,

~*My Mother’s Daughter*~

To Work Or Pandora… that was the dilema

In Writer's Block on 1 September 2010 at 11:35 am
"To Work or Pandora?"

This is how I feel while at work sometimes...music revives me

*Silence*

“Where dey do dat at?” Seriously, it is 9am on a beautiful Wednesday morning and it is silent in my office, in my head… in my will to perform any of the tasks that I have been gainfully employed to complete. I figure that I am very competent, but this… this.. this SILENCE was not apart of my employee agreement!!! I need music to comprehend the words on the screen. Must….plug…in… to…. PANDORA!!!!

WTF!!!! Please, dear Universe, don’t tell me that I had the audacity to carelessly leave my headphones in my other purse; the purse that I wore on Monday, the very same purse that does NOT coordinate well with my current ensemble and is sitting its happy purse ass on my kitchen counter where I just so happened to have traded its inner parts into my beautifully coordinated purse..well everything EXCEPT MY HEADPHONES! Yes, run-on sentences aside… this is something kind of like a big deal. Huge, colossal… 2nd coming of Christ!!!! I will simply die of boredom in this office if I do not have music flowing through my subconscious. How do other people work like this? A work day without Pandora or Hulu is like a day in a sweatshop…well I don’t know but I could always ask Naomi Campbell.

So, out the door I sprinted…damn near trotted…. to go and purchase headphones from the Rite-Aid across the street. On the way I run into another coworker and guess what…….. I’ll wait while you guess…… SHE FORGOT HER HEADPHONES TOO! lol. Or at least she thinks that she has forgotten them in her car and refuses to walk back to get them. She too is contemplating purchasing replacement headphones because the burden of working with complete focus on the tasks at hand seems so inconceivable to the Generation X employee. We converse..

Sidebar: Converse – (verb) to talk informally with another or others; exchange views, opinions, etc., by talking.

                    Conversate –  (verb/slang) by 2000, apparently a back-formation from conversation or an elaboration of converse. According to some, from black Amer.Eng.

Back to our regularly scheduled Standardized American English…..

We conversed and went about our separate ways, her into the building to dread the thought of her headphones not actually being on her person and I to the Rite-Aid to beat the devil at his own game for attacking my memory & routine of placing my headphones in my current purse. Eureka! New headphones and I am back in the office.

Is work on my agenda… no. Picking the proper Pandora station that matches my current mood and writing this blog were at the top of my list. At the completion of this blog I might actually do some work, but it was the Universe’s and the devil’s fault for having caused me to leave my headphones at home, therefore causing me to have a mental meltdown and indirectly being incapable of actually doing any kind of work that would be deemed productive by my employer. That is and shall never be my fault. I cannot help when I was born. Music while studying is like crack to my brain, working overtime produces better outcomes in both work product and work ethics. Who knew?! Well, my brain did. At least I know that I am not the only one who suffers from this same dilemma.

As Rhianna’s “Rude Boy” blasts in my new headphones , I like the bass output, I am at ease…..to work or to Pandora… that was a dilemma that has been averted. Now… my day can continue.

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