Whoooosaaaaaaaahhhhhhh

Okay, so I like having a fresh floral arrangement at all times. Is that a crime? Thing is, my money is tied up in other things and no strapping young fellow is professing his love for me and sending me bouquets regularly, so I haven't been able to indulge in this luxury every week like I'd like to. Since I'm no slouch when it comes to craftiness, I decided it would be cool to go hook myself up a few artificial arrangements to pacify myself when I can't have real ones. Plus it would also be cool to have my favorite flowers around when they're out of season. So I head on down to the craft store that I dreaded going to, atter I'd searched high and low for the fakes I wanted EVERYWHERE, even online, with no luck. Guess what? When I FINALLY find the area that my flowers should be.... they are out of stock. DAMN. So I ask an employee if and when there will be a new shipment of the item that I want, and she tells me they won't arrive for a few weeks. *pout* She offers to take my name and number so she can call me when they arrive, and she'll even set the amount that I want aside just for me! Awww, isn't she nice? Gotta love good customer service. So I gave her my info and went on to browse the rest of the store and see what else they have to offer in tickling my creative fancy.

I have not left my job yet... I agreed to train someone before I move on, and I have a transfer to another department in the works, along with some other things. Yes, I hate grinding in this manner, but I ain't no fool. My baby will be back in school in two weeks, and she needs uniforms and supplies... mama ain't no damn dummy...I WILL be leaving soon though, if this transfer is not to my satisfaction.

Oh so yeah, back to my escapade at the craft store. I went immediately after work, so I was still rocking my blue scrubs and cute little work shoes :-). I'm minding my biz, poring over the selection of jewelry clasps, when I hear a voice with an accent reminiscent of Scarlett O'Hara's...."Are you working here?" I turn to detect the owner of the voice, and see some shrewish white woman in her 60's ( I guess). " ...because I can't seem to find the yadda yadda yadda...." I don't like to make scenes, so I quelled the urge to yell "NAW, ya Miss Daisy BITCH!!!!", gave her The Rock's eyebrow and tersely said, "No". I felt like this... EVERYONE who works at this place wears bright ass red aprons. I'm literally dressed head to toe in blue, and regardless of the color, anybody who looks at me should be able to infer that I work in some type of medical capacity, at the very least. Ain't nothing wrong with working in a craft store, but I felt like this chick didn't even look at me, she just saw some brown skin and thought: "Oooh, a darkie! Must be here just to serve my needs...what else could she be here for?". Living in the South will warp your thinking in this way because YT makes no effort at all to conceal their racism. But I don't wanna seem like a Knee Jerk Nigga.... what do you think about the exchange?

In other news... well there is none really, other than I'm fatter because I can't go to the gym or workout right now. Until I can see a doctor again, I'm nursing a wound under my arm and I can't use any products whatsoever and sweating makes the wound burn like hell. Waaaaaaah. I have to wash my pits everytime I break a sweat. I might even have to get surgery to remove my axillary sweat glands.So uh... pray for me either way. I need to get in the gym pronto, and I need a resolution to my condition.


Whooooosaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.......Peace.