Swing low, sweet chariot...

Man. Someone get the Ol' Negro Hymnal out. I'm feeling kinda enslaved up in here. I don't know what happened, but Dr. King day brought out the exact opposite of brotherly love and Black empowerment at this stankin company. I received more work yesterday than all of last week combined. And I am still not done. I'm typing under serious duress here people. I feel like snatching off this lab coat and finding some sackcloth and ashes. This sucks all kinds of ass. Every flavor, original recipe, rotissirie style, and honey bbq ass. It was so bad it plaqued my sleep last night, along with the recurring nightmare that someone cut my hair like Salt N Pepa and I was forced to go to school like that in 2001. *shudder* Bad times all around. Someone better hold a prayer meeting specially for me. And send me either 60 cents or some Coke. I was on a Coke fast, but to hell with that. I'm desperate. Uh oh... I think I hear Massa. Lawd, give-us-free!