Tuesday, September 23, 2008

FOR ALL YOU HALF STEPPERS OUT THERE...

Quite frankly, I am sick to death of folks doing shit half-assed! What is that shit? Didn't momma ever tell you "if you gonna do something do it well?" Seriously. The world is full of muthafuckas that give half (or even less) an effort.

For instance, that lazy heifer at the CVS down the street. Your job: to scan items, put them in a bag, give me my proper change and keep it moving. Why in the hell do you need to ask if I need a bag? Just gimme one! Do you really think I'm walking out of the store with a stick of deoderant, some gum and shampoo in my bare hands?

The more than lazy receptionist at my job. We break records of incompentence here. Answer the phones. Sign for packages. Greet guests. Can you do all that in between your 8 hour cell phone conversations? Can you be a more than 40 year old woman and start every sentence, "They ont be knowin..." Not cute. at all. I thought about giving her a pass since her skill set is VERY LIMITED but you know what? Fuck that. You been at your job for 20 years and you still don't know whose supposed to get whose mail when the list is right in front of you? Nah, hell nah in fact.

Now, does my frustration stem from the fact that I am, in many (ok, damnit, MOST) facets of my life, a person that seeks to give my all? Maybe. Almost certainly. Can not help it. I was raised by a momma that said, "Anything worth doing is worth doing well". Thats the way it was. She didn't expect perfection or a 100% success rate, she just wanted to know that you gave everything you had toward the cause.

So once again, we are back to home training and the way folks are raised. A subject with no end...

Changing lanes, I spent three days in New York last weekend and it was glorious! Hubby and I were celebrating our 6 year anniversary and we caught a Yankee game (one of the last at The House that Babe Built), ate well and I finally watched that damned Sex In The City movie. Hubby was in his element: hanging out with buddies, drinking Ballantine beer and feasting on a honey turkey sub that he swears is only done properly at the cornerstore deli's in New York.

Six years is a long time to be married, yes? Depends on who you ask. Standing next to Nana and Grandaddy's track record of 67 years...I think not. But looking at a friend who got married the same year and is now in the middle of a divorce, I guess so. It could go either way.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

A FUNNY THING HAPPENED...

A few weeks ago, I was browsing the local Staples and one of their employees walked up on me and started breathing down my back. After he damn near bumped me out of the isle, I turned around, mugged the hell out of him and swung back around to my shopping cart. Then I did a double take. It was...wait for it...yet another one of those old friends from "back in the day".

This time it was a little different. He was a very good friend of my Godbrothers and back then, we were tight like glue. NEVER intimate...never went there...was never even attracted to him or his type...just a good friend that walked with me during some of the highest and lowest points of my life (ok, until the age of about 26). It was so good to see him after about 7 years...I started cussing his ass out immediately with the "Where the hell you been?" tirade.

I knew he was in touch with my Godbrother and told him to call him up. So he did and when my Godbrother got on the phone with me, he hollered my maiden name - same way he did when we were younger - and gave his signature smirky laugh. "I mean, where you been Godsister? I only been lookin for you for about 3 or 4 years now".

I concede to being a pretty crappy person when it comes to staying in touch with folks from 'round the way. I eluded to that many times in this here blog. I guess I always felt like if we go back to them days than the results would be the same: drama, death and dysfunction. And I have grown up, so that shit is not appealing at all.

Well, I stepped out there and gathered my three girls and my Godbrother for a mini family reunion. It was love. I can't begin to describe what its like to know someone when they was young, wild and reckless and to now see them as grown, chill and responsible people and parents. But thats what happened to my fam. We laughed and just took it all in.

I may not be THAT girl I once was...and thank God for that...but shades of her still exist. I used to fight it, hide it even. But looking at it now...THAT girl made me into THIS woman.