We Interrupt this Day of Happiness...

for the Kiss My Ass moment of the day. Aiight, now I work in the damn herbs and spices plant like I told y'all before. In the QC lab, doing my microbiology stuff and no one knows what the hell I do. Happy-happy, joy-joy. Except for 5 minutes ago. Now why did this damn asscrack of a bamma come in here with this big dusty ass bag of Echinacea Puupurea Herb Powder and just drop the shit in here, allowing it to EXPLODE ALL OVER THE LAB???? Now in case you missed it, I'm sick than a MF. Killer asthma, a cold, and some other shit that's got me hacking like a dying basehead. And I'm ALLERGIC TO ALL DUSTY SHIT. And now, I'm covered in Echinacea. And no, this shit ain't gonna make me feel better. Healing herbs my black ass. I'm so mad I can't see straight. And could I cuss this bamma out? Hell no. I'm prime suspect #1 for Workplace Violence. Someone let it slip that they hadn't done no training on that until I got here. I guess they figure I'm more likely to nut up, or have a Stalkalistic Ex-Man problem (they're right too. I can only be so mad since they've got me cold). So I'm pissed off, coughing and sneezing, and covered in brown powder. Good thing I had on my little hard hat, or else I woulda cussed his ass out for messing up the cornrows. Straight ass, I tell you the truth. So in parting, My Job can kiss my black ass for today. I am not happy, not one little bit. We now return you to your mandated day of basking in the Royal Happiness. That is all.