In My Mind’s Blog

I just realized today, talking to CB, the reason why I’m not into doing any artwork lately.  It’s because I express myself too much through talking a lot and writing blogs.  It seems like when I’m depressed, happy, bothered, etc…I tend to talk to someone and let it all out.  That’s why I don’t have that drive inside to express myself on canvas or on a photograph because I’ve already let it out long time ago.  Whew!  What a revelation!  I thought I was losing it.  I am currently working on a baby yo-yo quilt.  I have finished the little round patches about a year ago and now assembling it during my train rides.  Since my baby is still in my tummy…one of the ways I can express my love for her/him is through working on my quilt.  Yey!  I finally got it.

Yesterday, while my sis and I were having our nails done, I got a phone call from my cousin Samantha.  She was so ecstatic on the phone and shared the happy news of her engagement to her boyfriend of fifteen years, Jonson.  Oh man, at last!  I am so happy for her and ofcourse I had to ask how does the engagement ring look like.  Sam said Jonson presented her a classic Tiffany & Co. 1 karat round brilliant on a 6-prong platinum setting.  She wanted to give me more details but I guess she and Jonson had to go somewhere right away.  Anyway, I can’t wait to hear more details about the wedding plans.

I think the only people that need boob jobs are people who lost their boobs due to cancer, girls with enormous boobs that need a reduction, & girls with just their nipples sticking out of their chest.  Everyone else should just shut up and be happy with what they’ve got.  I have a trainmate who is a beautiful black lady that wants a boob job because she says her boobs are saggy.  I asked her if she was going to show it to people when they’re done.  She said no and it was just going to be for her and her husband.  I told her if I’m going to spend $5,000 dollars on my boobs…those things better make me money.  I told her to just get a better bra.  hehehe.

Man, I am totally sick and tired of CB bitchin and groanin about everyone in the office.  I am an office manager, meaning I just manage the office, I am not a freakin’ psychiatrist or counselor.  She is mentally draining!  Today, I wanted to sock her in the mouth.  This moving at the front with her is just not right.  When I’m not around, my student assistant says that CB doesn’t understand why I need to have a cubicle.  Mandy, my co-worker, told her because my job is not like her job.  This woman is just not fun to work with…she is fuckin anal!  Argghhhhh!!! I need to go to church.

Today my boss had to tell me that the other division chair will be occupying my office and she wants me to do all the necessary stuff in order to have us moved to our respective spaces by August 22nd.  I told her it might not be possible due to the overwhelming stuff we need to accomplish before school starts.  She was kinda scared letting me know this..and said that I can do it gradually as I see fit.  Actually, I know I can do it (coz I am Miss Super Multi-tasker as you guys know)  I just feel betrayed by the same system that I used to feel supportive about.  It just goes to show you that nobody gives a damn about other people.  I wanted to tell my boss…hello, you know i’m fuckin pregnant…you want me to move my stuff right away…are you insane?…do you want me to kick your ass? My boss is a good person but on this occasion my hormones are kicking in and that’s what my mind was saying. On the train ride home, I was contemplating about the stuff I need to do in order to accomplish the moves.  Get outlets, datajacks, move stuff, order room partitions, etc…and then I realized…Mofos, I’m gonna ask for a fuckin raise.  So, I emailed the Dean and told her the inequity of salaries in my office and that I’m waiting for the recommendation from her to increase my pay.  It’s been almost a year that they put this on hold.  Shimofos!  Anyway, I’m really ticked today and I know…I’m trying to be calm about it that’s why I’m writing this blog.  I just feel that everything bad is happening all at once and I usually can bounce back and just face it…but this time I feel like I want to fight back and give them a taste of their own medicine.  When I leave that fuckin hell hole…I am going to delete all my files…yes, delete all my files…the person who will replace me has to work extra hard.  No hard feelings you know , coz I had to do the same thing.  Those mofos don’t realize who they’re dealing with.