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Surreal moment #151

It is happening. Lady, you are moving and going to school and getting a job in another part of the country. It is happening.

nothing to snap you into what you try to avoid feeling like a job interview. So today I get an email, simple and plain... "Saw your resume, want to speak with you about an opportunity." Sounds simple enough, Kinda looks like spam but why don't I check it out. So I email them back, attach my full resume (why do they ask for your resume when they've already seen it), and schedule a call for today.

Silly me to think its a simple call, no it's a first step for the interview (i'm waaaay to laid back lately). He's asking questions, I answer, talk talk talk, charm charm charm and he's sending my resume to his operations manager for further consult. Can you come down for a formal interview? sure, no prob, i'll be there soon anyway.

He calls back 45 minutes later asking to see me this Monday June 4th at 9am. "can you be here by then".... geez. and so it sets in...

I'm moving (deep breath)
I'm looking for another job (deep breath)
I'm going to school (deeeeeper breath)

I'm freaking out

rage against the man

Why do we rejoice when a company loses? We want to see it go down...
We being the common (wo)man...the ones who receive a paycheck instead of signing them. We like to see "the man" get taken down a peg or two. "Good for them" we exclaim as slowly but surely they become a shell of their former glorious selves. "they should have done this", "they shouldn't have done that" we say in matter-of-fact tones, but aren't we all striving to be "the man".

Or maybe it's just where i work.

This rage-against-the-machine moment has been brought to you by the employees of TS otherwise known as my soon-to-be former co-workers. When a person quits/resigns, it serves as inspiration, a kick in the pants to say, this is not the end of the road. It seems my leaving in conjunction with management being ASS-hoooooooles (see Meet the Fockers) was enough to have a handful of people relay their wishes to get the hell outta this place.

I mean really, it's a small company, there's not much room to move up unless you're sleeping with one of management and there's only one single guy there (or is he? ;) ). So basically you're just here to put in a paycheck for the rest of your lives. Oh the fun. But then again I still have yet to work in a place that i really like...environment and all, but that's why I'm going back to school....

what are you going to do? Rage ON!

one pregnancy-free day

this may sound incredibly evil and awful of me to say...but i will.

I have a friend that is pregnant. In her first pregnancy last year, she lost the baby. I don't know from experience and hope to never know what it's like to lose a baby but it must be excruciating. She is now preggers again... about 16 weeks. Here comes the bad part...

If she doesn't shut up for one damn day about this pregnancy i will be forced to chuck her from my friends list. Every day...two or three posts...no normal convo's....just about her being pregnant with stubby (although that name is hella cute).

Im not evil and i've had plenty of friends who were pregnant but they weren't this annoying. geez She has pages on those baby sites (babycenter.com) where she can converse with other preggers and show off her belly etc.... leave me alone dammit.

what's my thing

i've been inspired... to do what i'm not really sure.

I found this wonderful blog, Ismoyo's Playground where Ismoyo got a sewing machine from her parents and began sewing things together. little projects like making two shirts into a dress (tre cool) to little purses, to little animals... and i'm so jealous.

Everyone has their 'thing'. Mike is into anything that will make him money and right now that means going back to school, while buying a house and being a landlord. Loi has her painting, Lupe has her new house, decorating it and being creative painting it, plus she's a gym freak. Even Garette has his music (Downloading, makig playlists/CDs) but alas, I have no 'thing'.

I hate having stuff and doing things that other people have/do. i like orignality but I'm seriously thinking of taking my mom's sewing machine with me to occupy my time (she has three). I mean shoot, maybe sleeves will actually fit me now.

I made my curtains at home (time for me to make more i might add) so i think i can move on and start with some easy patterns. We shall see. I'm hopeful, but I also have the attention span of cat...

one more day

Im so bored and this little thing is bringing so much joy right now.

and so it begins

Handing in your resignation from a job you can barely stand is one of the most freeing, take a bow you've earned it baby, kiss my ass experiences you can have in your life. Slamming it down like you're playing dominoes with abuelita and her over 70's crew is just the low-fat, no guilt icing with sprinkles.

I'm done, I'm actually almost outta here. A bit formal for a small company but still I want to keep my skills in tact before I leave and take all the laziness with me. In a month (a bit less), June 15 will be my last day at TS. I've been hearing alot of the "what are we going to do without you" bits, but I'm pretty sure, within a week, I'll just be "that tall girl that used to put up with Frazzle Dazzle".

Either way, I'm super excited about starting school and starting everything over again. My hand is firmly resting above my 'reset' button and I'm just waiting to slam it down.

the gift of gay

I'm sitting there watching an episode of 'According to Jim' as the wife Cheryl tries to get her husband Jim to go to a musical with her since her sister just had a baby. Jim quickly informs her that she needs a male gay friend that can do this stuff with her, cause he ain't gonna.

and that's when it happened... my mom turned to me and said "I want a gay friend"

of all the things she could have said she wanted, especially with mothers day coming up, a gay friend.... more specifically "not one that's out and out... more so with one foot in and one foot out the closet" LMAO, my typical 'Republican Gay' male. Not flaming, but is what he is without all the fanfare... Mike and D, my gays, are too young for her she said, one her own age.

the more i think of it, the more she's right. Most of her friends either moved away or are so involved with other things, she's basically alone. She barely goes out unless it's with me on the weekends. I hate to move to ATL and leave her for so long only coming up once a month. Yes, she needs a gay, but where oh where do i find one her age? it's hard enough for women my age to find straight men.

So, are there any applications open for a fag hag/flame dame/fruit fly?

surprises

so everything about my birthday activities...either the day of or Saturday the 12th are a mystery to me. My good friends planned it all and all i have to do is show up looking cute. Sounds fun to me... I love being spoiled.

except, the more it comes down to Saturday the more I gotta know...is what i'm planning to wear appropriate? Do i need my flats to get down afterwards? I wanna get down.... i want to dance and be cute... Its my week and next week is Jennie's.

birthday wishes and caviar dreams

Today is my bday.... 27 years on this earth and still feeling lost. The day begins normally, with me being late since i told them i'd work 8-5 instead of 9-6 today. I ended up arriving about 8:30 but who cares... i'm still leaving early. It's my birthday.

I don't need to do anything special since I would rather get my gift to myself but that will have to wait yet another week. I promise you, when I can devulge the bday secret, I will, but not until I have it for sure... I hate jinxing things.

I've been on the phone all night with Birthday wishes and shooting the breeze and texting all morning with other folks and listening to birthday songs.... LOL i hate singing happy birthday in a group, but friends and family singing loudly on the phone always seems to work for me.

The plus is that frazzle dazzle is out of the office this week and his wife is being induced into labor as I write this... Leave it to Frazzle to take my bday shine away.

As for bday wishes... see below. I noticed that some of my bday wishes are coming true,especially the one about Paris Hilton. Long live the justice system huh!

UPDATE: Actually i've hardly been at my desk today. With Lupe stopping by to take me for Bday coffee, then My co-workers took me to lunch, My Boss will surprise me with brownies and ice cream in a minute (they are horrible at surprises which is why i know about it), and i leave at 5 for more bday treats... I'm loving today!

and Frazzle Dazzle's baby just took my shine. Not only because it was born, but because it was supposed to be a girl and it came out a BOY. So all hail miracle baby

- External CD/DVD Burner*
- AFLAC insurance
- silicone 10 piece baking set
- peace on earth
- New Monopoly game (Here & Now)
- That new Wii game so I can beat myself up and get sent to the hospital like everyone else and I can have days off from work.
- lot's and lots of cute shirts *
- A Shoe Room
- Jay-z (not the CD, not the poster, the man w/o the B)
- Brown and Black leather belts.
- a Karaoke machine
- Goodwill towards women (I already have goodwill towards men! LOL)
- $$$$$
- a niece or nephew (ahem)
- Isaiah Thomas fired from the Knicks
- Mosaic Tiles for art projects
- Nicole Ritchie to eat something
- My own television show so i can tell people off when they make me mad
- Money, alot of money
- Britney Spears to cover herself up... you're someone's mama
- To take over for the drunk Miss America
- a trainer
- Some lunch, I'm hungry right now
- a Bedroom
- nap time at work
- Boots, lots and lots of Boots
- Febreeze for the stinky people on the train
- Ban Paris Hilton from America
- a one day pass to slap all stupid ppl who try to talk to me.
- a PSP
- a decorator to help me with my apt
- someone to pack my stuff for me
- the flu shot (just because you never know)
- get my tonsils taken out
- a new car, like new new, factory new, 0 miles
- equality
- warm Dutch apple pie with milk
- an energy drink...
- an assistant at work
- My boss to get fired
- Have Bobby Brown tested….for everything
- some more money
- a good financial aid package
- The Gov't to pay for school
- Shoes
- A suga daddy to pay for school
- a pair of ruby shoes so when I'm somewhere I don't want to be I can click them and be home
- Barack Obama and Hilary Clinton on the same ticket... Our first woman president and a black man as vice president. Bigots and Racists will dop dead or have heart attacks throughout the US forcing a national heathcare plan LOL
- Did I mention a new car?
- A good job, and if possible, a good experience at a job
- A sock with stuff in it so I can hit people over the head and say "Julie don't play dat"
- a really big Clock (not attached to the flava fool)
- people to mind their business
- people to tell me stuff so I can gossip about their business
- a new "F*ck off" t-shirt
- a new dirty pool hall place
- Oprah to admit she's not down with the people
- Michael Jackson to admit those ain't his kids
- the men with 'hats' (wink wink) to stop being A-holes in my neighborhood
- to see someone fart with a lighter down there and it shoot off like a flamethrower heehee
- for people to write in their blogs on a consistent basis… I mean really, what else do I read at work?
- a vacation with my feet in the sand
- handbags
- to be the one to tell Eddie Murphy… "you ARE the father"
- to watch white people in hip hop dance classes
- Money just because
- to tell a story without being rudely interrupted…. (ahem)
- a house
- a cooking class
- for my mom to move with me
- for my grandparents to move with me...where else will I get cou cou
- to turn back time
- learn how to hypnotize people and have them running around like farm animals
- to meet bruh man from the fif floor
- Kick Sanjaya OFF American idol (i wrote this a couple of weeks ago)
- for the courts to make an example out of Paris Hilton and not Brandy
- people to stop using the N word
- ohhh, those food saver contraptions
- George Bush to resign
- Cheney to get lost in Afghanistan
- and i guess our troops to come home...

random stuff from a bored employee

I'm eating yogurt at my desk with a fork.... mostly because these f-ers at work failed to let me know we were out of spoons, and knives...but we have a shitload of forks.

My friends sent an email regarding my bday to other friends.... activity, date and time.... I only knew the date.... i found out the time... now to find out the activity. I know i told them to plan it but I'm nosey...it's a case of the little sister. What's even better... My cousin is going to do my hair for $25...yayay.

Then... I got 4 tickets for a Friday Night party boat cruise around NY the Friday before they take me out... But i might give those away for tickets to see Sanchez and Tony Curtis at BBKings on the 11th. Looks like my Bday weekend will be something to remember, if i don't drink too much.

I MIGHT take off my bday, we'll see how things go but if i don't, then I'm taking off May 11th. either way, there's a three day weekend to be had.

no more random thoughts... i'm off to read gossip for the next hour and a half

Changes i been going through

So much is changing and so fast... Previously we gave ourselves time to adjust, now it seems as if we have to speed up time. I can no longer wait for things to happen... for happiness to come. As much as you want to let things just roll off your back, they won't because you're still here and still being affected.

It feels as though my life is on hold listening to easy music as I wait for someone, somewhere to give me an answer so I can proceed. Well since that annoys me so damn much, i've made my decision to leave in June. I cannot sit at this desk much longer, I cannot wait for Clark Atlanta to run their office with efficency. I need to leave and I need to go soon. I can't wait for a change to come, I need to make it.

I make the decision on when to start my life and that is now.

with that said... help me sell my furniture... :(

Hip Hop: an attack on Bullshit

I am so damn sick of it... Let's now attack hip hop because Damn Imus said "nappy headed hoes"... well guess what? he was wrong, but he should NOT have been fired for it. He's a damn shock jock for pete's sake and he did just that...shocked the crap out of everyone and left their jaws scraping the floor. he's misogynistic and that's his problem, you don't like him, turn him off HOWEVER, the first amendment right has to be protected otherwise we might as well start adopting the policies of the countries we're so comfortable invading.

Back to the attack on hip hop.... cut this shit out. Now i don't agree with rappers calling women bitches and hoes...but hey, i call women bitches and hoes. I am not a bitch (never have been, never will be), i can be bitchy but I'm not a bitch and as for being a Hoe... you damn sure ain't talking to me. But guess what.... they exist. Hoes are out there, they've always been; so when 50 cent or anyone else for that matter says, "this hoe is jockin me", i know he's talking about them, not me.

showing Here's my thing, Rock n' Roll depicted half naked women first with all the bleached blond hair and neon bikinis. Hip hop started with depicting their current life conditions with notable NWACompton for what it was to an audience who never saw it. After Hip hop began gaining notoriety, they included the half naked women, they used women as tools in their videos and exploited them. They did the same thing as Rock n' Roll artists only, hip hop made it popular. But here's the clincher... THOSE WOMEN EXPLOITED THEMSELVES. Be it for 15 minutes of fame, money, lifestyle, these women put themselves in the position to be used in videos and depicted as whores. When the hoes stop coming after the artists with money and fame, then the artists can't talk about them anymore.... Fix the hoes

As to the effect on kids.... it's called PARENTING. I for one, was not allowed to go to kids houses where my mom did not know the parents, and most of the kids houses i was allowed to go to their parents were as strict as mine on what we were allowed to watch. Cable and satellite are equipped with channel blockers so you can monitor what your kids view. Shoot, use them it's part of your service package. As for the radio, it's time to have open dialogue with your kids. Children are a lot smarter nowadays and comprehend faster than ever before. You can discuss with your kids once you start hearing them repeating the lyrics of these songs, what they mean, what is acceptable and what is not. You know how i learned not to curse... Once while singing a song, i cursed (in the lyrics) and my mother slapped me over the head and said "don't ever let me hear you say something like that again"... I STILL don't curse in front of her.

Hip hop is not the enemy, I refuse to let people make an example out of it like they did to Damn Imus. I agree, there needs to be a change and accountability, but first hold yourselves accountable for your part in it.

I, Lady from the Blogspot, agree to do my best to stop calling women Bitches. It will not happen overnight, but a change will come.

I can never stop calling certain women AND men hoes b/c that person may actually be one. Oh yea, as for the Spelman women on the Oprah show, so enraged by all of this... Don't let me catch any one of you in the club in ATL bumping and grinding, dropping it like its hot or leaning and rocking with it in the club after you so blasted hip hop. You'd better line-dance your way down Peachtree street.

I had more to say but since I'm at work, i kept getting interrupted... so this is To Be Continued

the last 5 minutes

I'm so frustrated right now with Clark Atlanta U. You submit your materials in a timely manner with big bold letters. You assign tracking numbers so you know where your package is, and a sigh of relief lets out once it's arrived at its designated location all for it to sit somewhere NOT being reviewed. I got an answer in less than a week from Argosy and i'm still waiting....waiting, checking the status everyday. I wish i put a homeing device in it to tell them exactly where the letter was.

Now they finally answer an email inquiring as to the status and say I can email the infromation to them...problem with that....two of my recommendors are on vacation. I want to get this over with. tell me yes or no, get on with student loans and payout and let me pick classes.... I want to be in Grad school. It's one of those damn things where you wait so long for something and the last five minutes waiting (1 month) becomes the most grueling experience you ever have.

sigh...

So in love with no other

I don't know why, but today I feel so In love.....not that he did anything in particular that was amazing...just something in the air I guess, that made me write a little something. I haven't written in a while, so it's rusty, but it conveys what i feel when I think of him, or see him. I remember having these feelings when we first started falling for each other....it's nice to feel it again.


I'm so totally in love with him
This man has taken my soul into his
Spinning me around on my toes
I no longer this of another
I am so in love with his swagger
When he walks, I am at attention
Ready to keep in his stride
I no longer walk with another
I am so in love with his voice
His words tremble out like thunder
Shattering the earth in his wake when he says
I no longer will love another
I am so in love with his arms
They comfort & assure me I am safe within them
Surround me with love all night long
I no longer hug another
I am so in love with his spirit
Let a man be a man and do man things
You want the best for me and get the best of me
I no longer let another be
This is the man for me
I am so in love
with you.

Atlanta here I come!

I got accepted into one of the schools I applied to so at least it's official. i'll be moving to ATL, HOTLANTA. I'm waiting on the second school and then I will possibly have to make a decision between them. Right now, I have absolutely no idea... and i'm doing more research to find out.

But it's a funny thought, me moving out of NY, I've lived here my whole life, and i'm starting to feel apphrehensive about it. But then I get on a crowded train, someone gets cursed out, the temperature drops and I start to feel better about leaving.

So elated about leaving as well that I'm already thinking about what day will be my last day at work. I am Super excited about the day I will hand in my resignation. and if anyone is wondering... Yes, Garette is coming with me to ATL.

Nervousness is starting to creep up but have no fear, this is a positive change that I am welcoming so nothing is going to stop me. But I will miss everyone. Here's to my last Summer in NY!

the medicine of medicine

So the last month has been the worst (medically) in my life probably. One infection lead to another, which lead to another, which had side effects and in the end I now have swollen areas for which both of my doctors quickly stuck me with needles to find out what's wrong now. and of course I'm still on antibiotics. There has to be some limit of the amount of drugs you can take in one month.

But i think I'm just about done, after one chest x-ray, I should be good (provided i get good results from the tests).

Another good thing, I submitted my applications for Grad school. YAYAYAYAYAY! now all i have to do is submit financial aid forms... Geez. If i could just get financial aid for all these prescriptions, I'd be good!

a funny thing happened after a phone call

So I was watching One Tree Hill yesterday on the CW11 and the episode was about how an hour with someone can change your life. Before I go on....yes, I’m cheesy and I watch OTH, get over it. Now, in their hour they spent it with a classmate to whom they were assigned and they had a list of things to do/cover within that time. It was all about getting to know you.

After it, they learned something about the other person, something profound that changed the way they view them, themselves and treat each other. In essence, their attitudes changed. Now normally I would say, yea right, whatever....but previous to that I had a phone call.

This phone call was about getting into school for my Masters which has been difficult for the past two years. Monday I was floored, literally crying on the bathroom floor (not lying on the floor circa Lizzie from Grey's Anatomy after Denny died but more so crouching) at work because yet again, I will not be accepted for the 2007 program for the school of my choice simply because I was 3 days after the deadline date. More hope lost, cry, cry, cry, now research other schools.

I came upon a university for psychology and counseling with a campus in Atlanta. Scheduled a phone call with an Assistant Director of Admissions and Wednesday I had my call. It was a lovely conversation, wonderful phone banter back and forth and then he says "I will recommend you for the counseling program"....waaatt? I didn't even know this was a formal interview, but it was.

So now with hope back in my heart and a drive to move outta here, I come to work to AGAIN be presented with bullshit which can result in it being "Julia’s fault" (an unfounded phrase which seems to come up a lot more lately). Sick and Tired, and basically not giving a shit cause I’m leaving these assholes to their own madness within a couple of months (I can feel it), I spoke up!

****edited out****.

Funny she brought up, with tenacity, a situation only to realize it was HER booboo.
I'm loving it! All because of a phone call

He speaks to me

It's a strange feeling and i get asked about it alot...what made you do it, how did you know? IT cannot be explained, just a feeling, a voice. Something that calls to you and tells you to move...stop....go... and you don't realize that life could be different if you didn't listen.

these moments i can remember and just wonder "geez, if i had driven off, walked ahead, left 5 minutes prior...." but there's a reason for it all and at these times it seems more evident than not. Sometimes it's something that just freezes me, or forces me to look in a direction i wouldn't have....other times... a voice speaks plainly but urgently.

Something was wrong and i knew it....something irked me to the point i couldn't sleep... why wouldn't he answer? Why didn't I hear from him yet...something is wrong. At this point, a lesser person would tell you to stop being a worrywart but something tells you your fears are warranted. Hours later the voice is booming, so you follow....and you find your answer. It's not just relief because you have an answer... it's relief because you knew you were right... you trusted yourself and that nagging voice.

It is at these moments when the unexplained renews your faith, but I've always explained it... it's HIM.

Don't judge a color by the box

So I've been feeling like plain jane... nothing spectacular about me, just a pretty girl nothing memorable. because of my locks, regular and cutesy hats don't fit my head so i can't be all that trendy in the wintertime. Then it gets so darn cold that you end up wearing a blanket as a coat so I look like a big camel colored puffball with a brown hat...

to spice it up, i decided to do up my color. my ends were colored an apricot glaze that came out to look cinnamony-ish and it's cute so i figure, extend it through my head and it should look good as well. I've never had my whole head colored so this was a new experience for me. Plus, the last time I went to a shop to color the ends, they charged me for every little thing and that came out to too much $$$.

Thus, Loi and I decided to do it ourselves... with 3 boxes of color Clairol's Texture& Tones Honey Blonde LOL. I have to say the coloring process wasn't a mess at all. No color ran onto the towels or anything, very neat. it didn't take long to color either and dreads are very hard to color through. then, the end result...

I'm still not sure how i feel about it... it's....new.... different.... I'm not sure if i like it yet. But i will post a pic later.What did Garette think... well he looked at the box and said, that's not honey blonde, i thought i was going to come home to Pam anderson.... loser.

Mazed and Dazed

My grandfather was a police officer in Barbados many moons ago. with that, I've always respected cops because not to would be like to disrespect granddad and that ain't happening. but after last week... FUCK the cops (or at least the NYPD).

The whole system is designed to not keep you down as black people have said for years, but WEAR you down until you give up thus giving them more power. To have you run in circles like a mouse in a maze; the bureaucratic red tape and the idiocy of city workers are at an all time high. No wonder the kids produced today are dumb asses and everyone looks for a "city job", there's no work involved.

They can arrest you and take you to one precinct only to take your stuff to another then 'forget' to give you the information necessary to retrieve it after their 'mistake'. then have you run around the city to three different offices. Office A closes at 4pm and they tell you to come back at 2pm, let you wait around until 3 give you what you need for Office B that closed at 2:30. Try again tomorrow. then Office B opens at 9 but sorry, you didn't make an appt so you'll have to wait.... how can i make an appt when no one wants to give me the number to the office?

wait...keep waiting.... go crazy and then.... "How can we be of assistance today?".... "oh i'm sorry, but you need slip XYZ-40-3978 then make an appt and come back".

GOD I can't wait to move. I'm really starting to HATE New York and this bullshit