Mean day.

Despite the fact that I'm in Hella Like... I'm in a bad fuckin mood this morning. I have been putting myself on involuntary UB restriction due to my janky ass work schedule and some other things I'm trying to accomplish. It's not looking good, people. I haven't seen him since Sunday. So I miss my man, I don't want to be here today, and I'm sleepy as hell. I'm also hungry. The evil wrathful Sole Monarch has returned, bitches. You've been warned. This is how I know I'm having a shit ass day. I actually said a cuss word to one of the Sextastic 3 + 1! Oh the horror. It was Darrick, the tall fine one with the light eyes. But I ain't feeling him or no one else today. I just want to go home. I know that shit is all on my face because I don't hide my emotions well. So he was standing in the hall between the lockers and the wall and wouldn't move, looking all perverted at me (I know my legs are pretty, but DAMN!). I'm like, "excuse me." Nigga just stood there. So I say it again, a little louder, like "excuse ME!" Ass remained planted, smiling all weird and shit. I asked this nigga a total of 4 times to move, and I tried to walk around him, but I didn't want him to touch me. Patience... gone. So finally I get super loud and say, "Look fool, I ain't in the mood. Get cha big tall retarded ass the hell outta my way, shit!" Well, he moved. And now his damn feelings are hurt. So he goes and tells everyone that I cussed him out (how does 2 cuss words constitute cussin someone out??? I held back on his ass!) *sigh* Now all the production men are discussing my apparent attitude. "Li'l Mama's trippin'. Nigga don't talk to Li'l Lady today, she gon' cuss yo' ass out. She just cussed out D and he didn't even do nothin' to her." And they're saying this shit when I walk by, looking all weird. So now I'm all mad because these raggedy ass niggas are talking about me like I'mma cuss they ass out and the only reason I cussed in the first place is because Asshole King Moron Darrick the Doofus (BOOO) wouldn't get outta my damn way. Ugh. Now we all know I cuss people out all the time if they piss me off. And I don't care if folks talk about me, because that means they'll leave me alone. But not here, man. Not at work. This aint good, and I'mma tell you why. "If you notice someone expressing themselves in a manner that could lead to or be an indication of possible violent behavior, it is your responsibility to inform your supervisor." Thats right. Above you see an exerpt from our "Violence in the Workplace" manual. The seminar that they've given TWICE since I've been here, and NEVER before I showed up. All I need is these nervous Un-Coloreds up in here to overhear these idiots, and freak out thinking The Crazy Black Woman in the Lab Coat is violent. Then I'll have to go to intervention. And maybe get a written warning in my file. Despite the fact that them fools cuss and fight in the production area all the damn time. Today is NOT a good day. At all. This shit BLOWS. Fuck. I'm going to work now. I might say to hell with this and go home early to UB. I don't know yet. Ugh. I'm out.