Beyonce not such a big deal.

So Beyonce dropped a new album last Friday. Apparently her fans went wild because to them it was a surprise. Allegedly her record company didn't know she was releasing the album...I won't even get into deep discussion on the contradiction of that statement. But I will say this name one classic Beyonce album. *crickets* Thanks!

How come #1.........

How come when people lose weight other people who know them give them compliments like this:
1. You look GREAT!!!
2. You look AMAZING!!
3. I didn't even know that was you.
4. OMG!! WOW!! FABULOUS!!

And I'm sure there are hundreds of others.

Grant it, it's good when people lose weight. Most do it for health reasons, and not for cosmetic reasons. So I wonder do others who are giving these odd compliments think about what they are saying before they say it.

Most of the time, these comments are offensive as hell. Like if you tell someone they look GREAT with the emphasis on great. What did they look like before?

Being a manager makes you evil

I've been a manager for almost a year now....and I have some tidbits that I will begin to blog about.  I won't go into that many specifics but I will talk about general areas to help folks out.  I got plenty of stories.

Maybe I'm just weird...

I live in DC one of the fakest cities in the world.  I don't like it, but you have to do what you have to do to get where you want to be in life.  You know the small investment for the big return???

I often go out to Happy Hour with co-workers and I just observe people.  I listen to the conversations about nothing and wonder to myself about people.  I engage in conversations and sometimes I feel insulted by the lack of life experience from a lot of my co-workers.  Like most folks are late 20s to in their 30s, and most haven't experienced being a real adult.  You know like living on your own, owning a home or a car, cooking multiple times a week, you know the things that "normal" people do.

I was out last night and I had an interaction with someone as I was preparing to leave Happy Hour early because I needed to go to the store to pick up some things.  Now anytime you leave Happy Hour early people respond like you are killing babies.  Then you have to get hostile and explain that you are an adult and you do what you want to do, when you want to.  I don't get that at all.  I mean for over 15 years, I have been going and doing how I please and because you want to enjoy cheap drinks and lame conversation, I'm supposed to stay?

That's the difference between people who have lives and one-dimensional people.  I don't force anything...If I'm bored, I will get up and leave.  If someone is ditsy and they keep talking around me, I leave.  If someone I don't like is there, I leave.  You see the theme.  Maybe I'm just weird....nah...most folks just suck.

Fin

Blogging from iPhone

Uh oh....I can blog from my iPhone!

The Most Boring Date Ever...

You know I know why so many black women are single.  Attention to detail.  So I went out with this young lady with no personality what so ever.  She was all agressive to go out...I told her to meet me one place and let me go inside because I didn't want her to waste her time if it wasn't good inside.  She beats me to the place...and is there with a frown on her face because she was getting harassed by some guy.  I was like I told you to stay home until I gave you the OK.  Anyway we ended up leaving that place and she wanted to go the museum to see the damn Titantic exhibit.  WHY WOULD YOU CARE ABOUT THE TITANTIC?  IT SANK??? EVERYONE KNOWS THE STORY!! BIG PIECE OF ICE VS. BIG PIECE OF SHIP.  ICE WIN ICE WIN ICE WIN ICE WIN!!!

Nevertheless we are in the museum and it is indeed boring.  I'm walking around like a chicken with the head cut off and this broad is reading every damn sign in the museum.  I'm like....you know what happened to the boat.  Let's hurry this up and go somewhere else.  So I'm at the end of the exhibit....and she has the never to sit down and watch the movie.  Now....all throughout this 25 minute movie she didn't think to ask herself, where did I go?  So I'm out in the lobby cracking jokes with the rest of the men who are ready to go.  She finally pops back out and says "I hope you aren't bored".  I replied back "I hope you weren't stupid, but I see that's not the case."

We end up at the grocery store and the only reason I went was because I can find out so much about people at the grocery store by what they buy.  She bought some cherries, olives, 6 eggs, bananas, and some pasta.  Yeah....I know.....WTF?  Needless to say....we won't be going out again...and I'm not going over to eat.   Goodness Gracious.

C.C. (See see what you didn't tell me was)

So I'm in my office today talking to one of my employees and my BlackBerry kept ringing and I was wondering who it was who kept calling me.  Finally I call the number back and it's someone named C.C. Now C.C. says she knows a mutual friend in ATL and they informed her to hit me up when they got to DC.  I was like cool, I can meet you today for a few.  C.C. had a cute voice...so I said what the hell, let's meet up for  a few.  I called up the mutual friend to get the skinny (and I use that loosely) on C.C.  She informs me that her and C.C. were in a leadership class and I asked how does she look? What store does she shop at? Does she shop at Ashley Stewart or Macy's?  My friend was like she's bigger than me...but she's tall and brownskinned, but she's cool and has a good sense of humor.  I hit up C.C. when I got to her building and waited on her to come out.  She finally came out and at that exact moment I knew how Jack felt when he saw the full grown beanstalk...

So um.....yeah um....yeah um....she was indeed bigger than our mutual friend.  And her face wasn't right.  I have nothing against big women, but when that face ain't right, neither is my time.  So I'm sitting there trying to figure out why her voice doesn't match the rest of her body.  It's like she may work out to make herself sound skinny and not for exercise.  Long story short....that will be the last she hears of me. 

Then she had the nerve to ask me how many kids I got...I told her I was sterile.  TFILL?