~A~LOVE~SUPREME's posts with tag: money
 â¦i hate to be such a bitch, but the bottom line is that I carry it very fuckin well, especially in a work environment⦠and when I say bitch, I donâÂÂt mean âÂÂnastyâ bitch, but âÂÂuse what you got to get what you wantâ creative type of bitchâ¦
Sidebar: ok, I just proof read this blog before posting it, and IâÂÂm not sure why the above intro/paragraph was written, but fuck it⦠IâÂÂm keeping it!
â¦i am a visual person, I like nice things, and IâÂÂm much happier when IâÂÂm surrounded by nice things, especially in my work environment⦠As you all know, IâÂÂm currently playing the role of âÂÂTemp WhoreâÂÂ, not a role I enjoy, but, it pays the mortgage⦠I am currently doing some temp work for a local Real Estate listing firm, the spot has two offices one in King Farm, which is an âÂÂOKâ office, and another location which is around the corner in Falls Grove ⦠the Falls Grove spot is straight nasty⦠I mean disgusting⦠now, the first issue is that folks can dress casual every fuckin day⦠now some of you may like that shit, but I think itâÂÂs pathetic, unfortunately you can not have a mass of âÂÂyoungâ colored people in an office thatâÂÂs dressed casually every fuckin day⦠if I could take pictures of the shit I see every day, youâÂÂd be outdone⦠for example: handsome guy with braids, half of the braids are in tact the other half heâÂÂs in the process of taken out, and he walks around looking like a damn fool every damn day⦠one chick wears slippers all damn day long, ok if your fuckin feet hurt, put on some day natrualizers or easy spirits, WTF?⦠then thereâÂÂs the 300 pound chick who wears denim clam diggers, not capriâÂÂs but clam diggers with freakin cowboy boots, and the clam diggers are tight as hell and her ass is big as hell, sit a coffee cup and saucer big⦠and also, it is NOTHIN to hear an out burst of âÂÂni**a whatâ amongst my ghetto ass co-workers!
â¦now, the desk IâÂÂm sitting at has inches of dust on it, over it, and around it⦠for the past few weeks I have a been suffering with these horrible allergy attacks, keep in mind I never had allergy problems! (yes dammit, I cleaned the damn desk!) My eyes get all fucked up and by time I roll up outta this joint I look like IâÂÂm a battered damn wife, minus the bruises! ItâÂÂs the craziest shit I've ever experienced⦠I sneeze, cough, and go thru all sorts of gyrations all resulting from âÂÂnasty ass officeâÂÂ⦠now, you say, it canâÂÂt be that bad! WHAT THE FUCK EVER⦠I called in sick on Tuesday to focus on the interview at the very posh, very upscale national securities firm, and low nâ behold when I get back Wednesday, my damn chair is missing in action⦠so, what do I do, I go on a search and destroy mission lookin for my chair, now trust and believe the chair I had was no prize chair, but my body had gotten used to the nastiness in that chair, and my skin and said chair were learning to get along! Hell I had to be extra cautious when I wore skirts, cuz my damn twat would have some type of crazy ass reaction⦠now, it could been mental, but my got damn pussy would itch whenever I would wear a damn dress or skirt! And dammit, I got legs, and I like to wear skirts and dresses, A LOT⦠so, I hunt for my chair, and no damn chair! So I get a new nasty ass chair, and I swear my legs are goin thru some shit, may ass has been itchin and scratchin all damn day long⦠nasty ass fuckin place, with these nasty ass fuckin chairs⦠ugggghhhhhhâ¦.
â¦the cool thing is the company is moving in January to a brand new building that they are building, this joint is gonna be NICE⦠all glass office, glass cubicles, the whole nine yards⦠and new furniture (thank goodness!) I can only hope that they change the dress code, cuz I firmly believe they need to go in that joint with a new philosophy regarding dress codeâ¦
â¦so, this brings me to my interview at the, very posh, very upscale national securities firm, which happens to be up the street!⦠so IâÂÂm sitting in my interview, and everything is goin well, and then he asked me about my assignment at âÂÂnasty ass firmâÂÂ⦠he asked if I would go on as a permanent employee if they offered⦠first and foremost, you can look at my face and always get a clear idea of what IâÂÂm thinking⦠( I need to grow outta that shit)⦠anywho, after I gave him the âÂÂfunky, fuck that faceâÂÂ, I told him âÂÂNOâÂÂ, and really wanted to say: âÂÂOH HELL NOâÂÂ⦠he asked why, I stated the following in my most professional non bitchy way:
The office lacks professionalism... which I cleaned up with some âÂÂcultureâ shit, which is the new term in corporate America⦠I something to the fact that it would not be a âÂÂgood fitâÂÂ⦠and then I told him that I was sure they would not be able to meet my salary requirements⦠now, when I said that shit, all I saw on his face was: who da fuck does this bitch think she is⦠but hell, I was honest!
â¦so here I sit, playing the role of âÂÂTemp Whoreâ once again⦠hopefully not for long, and I can only hope that I find a job in a nice cushy environment where I will not be looked at like a damn idiot for wearing a fuckin suit, and some damn heels a.k.a professional attire, and no cursing all throughout the office⦠damn, what ever happened to office etiquette, and why donâÂÂt the folks In charge say something? At the end of the day, you get what you pay forâ¦
..aight, you know I got a question for yawl! Is your work environment important to you? Now, think this shit out, we spend more time at work than we do at home, so donâÂÂt you wanna be surrounded around nice people, and an overall nice office. Trust me, I know this shit is superficial, but hell this shit is important to my black ass! In closing when we get down to brass tactics, let a job offer come my way paying me a monster ass salary, and the office look like some nasty ass shit⦠humph, my ass will walk up in that joint in a fuckin âÂÂmerry maidâ outfit, lysol, pine-sol, and some more shit in my hands, and IâÂÂmma get ta cleaning!
â¦whew damn, I feel betta now⦠excuse me as I take a pause for the scratch pause, my right calf is itchin like a mutha fucka! Ugggghhhhâ¦.
 ...I got a lil somethin I wanna throw your way, your honest thoughts and opinions are much appreciated... Please note that all figures, and personal details have been changed as to maintain some degree of privacy... some, being the key word! ...ok, my parents divorced many years ago, when I was in the 3rd grade... They have always maintained a relationship, mainly for me... Dad dies in 1998, in his passing he made sure his baby girl, would be taken care of... ...now, when he actually died, I had no real money, I was working check to check... So mom stepped up to the plate and had no issue covering the funeral costs until various monies became available... Once all loot was in hand, I paid her back for the funeral $8500.00, plus gave her $10,000.00 for being my momma... ...well, a year later, she stated that the $10,000.00 was not enough and that she needed $30,000.00 in order to be comfortable in her retirement... Ok... Well, this is when things get a lil crazy... She has over 200+ in the bank, and because she is old school, she has a boat load of mattress money at her disposal... And she gets a FAT retirement check... So, her needing these funds baffled me... sheâÂÂs not one of these jet setting senior citizens, and sheâÂÂs a tight ass, so sheâÂÂs not a spender or a shopper.. Very, very frugal! ...so, because I would not give up said monies, she sold the family home... now, when she sold the home, she gave me 75,000 towards my condo, it was a gift, not a loan, I clarified that when the check was being written... Keep in mind, I didnâÂÂt ask for it, nor did I need it... In her words, it was the right thing to do... so, I took it, not realizing it was the gift that would always need to give back... ...fast forward to the past week... So, IâÂÂm in the process of selling my condo, IâÂÂve made the decision to lower the sales price considerably in order to get this bitch to move fast... So IâÂÂm going over my plans regarding the proceeds... I wanna by a few more pieces of investment property in upstate New York, and I wanna by a lil house in Cleveland so I wonâÂÂt have to worry about paying rent while IâÂÂm in Ohio... and I need a new truck BAD... Once I leave Ohio, I will rent the house out via the state... So, IâÂÂm telling her all this and sheâÂÂs listening... And she tells me that IâÂÂm on the right track, and it sounds like a good plan, offering financial security... ...next day, at 6:00am she comes in my room on some, you never mentioned what you were going to do for me? And IâÂÂm lookin dumbfounded! What? What do you mean? For you?... well, she went on to tell me that she feels that she is entitled to $30,000.00 the magic number as she invested in this place! Ok... Now IâÂÂm trippin... Now my intentions were to break my momma off, cuz itâÂÂs just me and her, and thatâÂÂs the right thing to do... But, to tell me that she was entitled to this money... Tripped me the fuck out... and to tell me that she wants $30,000.00 blew me the fuck away! My plan was to break her off, but not $30,000.00 more like $15,000.00.. We have this huge blow up over this... I mean it got ugly... But, this is the clincher: the reason she feels that she is entitled to this money is because had she not adopted me, I never would have had these financial opportunities... And IâÂÂm thinkin, had I not been adopted by such a cold, heartless ass woman, maybe I wouldnâÂÂt be so fucked up! ...now, IâÂÂm trippinâÂÂ... This whole scenario has caused mad drama in my home... I mean childhood wounds have been re-opened, and all types of shit came out... So now, we are at war... Doors slamming, all types of crazy ass shit... I ended on you go your way, IâÂÂm goin my way, and IâÂÂll make sure you hear from your grandson on a weekly basis and will see to it that you get pictures on the regular... Now, when IâÂÂm done, IâÂÂm done... Never in a million years could anyone tell me that my mom would be like this... To me as a mother, I would look at this as... My child and grandchild, will be ok! They have a safety net, a cushion, one less thing for her to worry about... But instead, itâÂÂs about the MONEY... And what she feels sheâÂÂs entitled to... In the meantime, IâÂÂm jus blown away... my question to you is this: is she entitled? Is her $75,000 gift, a gift that keeps on giving? Am I being selfish? Is it wrong for me to want to give to her from my heart, with me determining the amount? ...in closing... Money is the root to all evil, I have seen what money can do to folks, I have seen folks come out of the wood work, with hands out, beggin for help! I have seen friends change before my eyes because, they now have the mind set, of "you got it"... Yes, I got it, I got it for me, and mine, not you and yours!
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