…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 don’t mean “nasty” bitch, but “use what you got to get what you want” creative type of bitch…

Sidebar: ok, I just proof read this blog before posting it, and I’m not sure why the above intro/paragraph was written, but fuck it… I’m keeping it!

…i am a visual person, I like nice things, and I’m much happier when I’m surrounded by nice things, especially in my work environment… As you all know, I’m currently playing the role of “Temp Whore”, 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 “OK” 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 it’s pathetic, unfortunately you can not have a mass of “young” colored people in an office that’s dressed casually every fuckin day… if I could take pictures of the shit I see every day, you’d be outdone… for example: handsome guy with braids, half of the braids are in tact the other half he’s 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 there’s the 300 pound chick who wears denim clam diggers, not capri’s 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 “ni**a what” amongst my ghetto ass co-workers!

…now, the desk I’m 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 I’m a battered damn wife, minus the bruises! It’s the craziest shit I've ever experienced… I sneeze, cough, and go thru all sorts of gyrations all resulting from “nasty ass office”… now, you say, it can’t 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 n’ 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… ugggghhhhhh….

…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 code…

…so, this brings me to my interview at the, very posh, very upscale national securities firm, which happens to be up the street!… so I’m sitting in my interview, and everything is goin well, and then he asked me about my assignment at “nasty ass firm”… 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 I’m thinking… ( I need to grow outta that shit)… anywho, after I gave him the “funky, fuck that face”, I told him “NO”, and really wanted to say: “OH HELL NO”… he asked why, I stated the following in my most professional non bitchy way:

The office lacks professionalism... which I cleaned up with some “culture” shit, which is the new term in corporate America… I something to the fact that it would not be a “good fit”… 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!

…so here I sit, playing the role of “Temp Whore” 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 don’t the folks In charge say something? At the end of the day, you get what you pay for…

..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 don’t 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 “merry maid” outfit, lysol, pine-sol, and some more shit in my hands, and I’mma get ta cleaning!

…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! Ugggghhhh….