Category "Bad Gigs"

What is the cost of poor decision making?

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Do you know the cost of poor decision-making? Do you know the cost of worrying? I am talking about breaking it down from the lowest common denominator, addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, factoring, percentages and word problems?

How do the choices you make, the decisions you make, the people you have as friends, family, advisors, the people you pray with, drink with,hang with, your job choices, your pursuit to get an education, goal setting, dreams accomplished or deferred,  where you live, every aspect of  your life….. what is the total cost? Not how much does it cost to live???

Here’s something to think about? Scarcity Mind-Set. What do you think, leave a comment below.

The high cost of foreign policy?

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I stayed in Harlem when I went to New York so  and many of the dudes in that area remind me of Black Rob and that song Whoa! I almost got into trouble on my way out, the last 4 days- I was there I was around some of the sexiest, good looking men, it restored my hope because the only guys for almost a month I saw that were yummy were white boys, dam the white boys got major Swag in NYC and I can’t say that about L.A. white boys as a whole. Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of fine white boys in L.A. but I have never wanted to put any of them in the “He can get it” category if you know what I mean.

This trip back to New York was way different, I had fun….I enjoyed myself. The last time I was in New York was some years ago –I had gone with my husband at the time and he was acting like a lunatic because he didn’t have any weed. It was a nightmare he kept cussing me out because I had refused to put weed wrapped in plastic wrap up my vagina to get it through the airport and on the plane. I have yet to have a tampax in my pussy, yet some how I was supposed to be willing to traffic drugs in my pussy from Los Angeles to NYC. He acted such a dam fool, I almost wished I had but the visual of a big ass growling german Shepard barking with saliva running down his mouth with his nose pointed at my vagina was enough to scare me straight. He’ll Naw.

This time in NYC, I read Pearle Cleage’s  book ,”All The Things I Should Have Told My Daughter ” and she talks about getting stoned and writing. I mostly loved all the Bruce Springsteen concerts she writes about. I was fascinated by her ability to get stoned. I’ve smoked weed before but most of the time it was a waste of time because I never felt europhic or felt high like most weed heads. Weed makes me feel intense and think too much, shit I’m intense sober so imagine its strength on weed-its a super hero. That being said, I have continued over the years to try weed every blue moon.

The only weed that made me happy, as if I took a happy pill was Thai Bud from Thailand, that shit was bomb digidee. All you wanted to do was smile. I started smoking it at work when I worked for Ticketmaster. Yep, that’s right, the Quality Assurance Manager, the very one who used to listen to our calls and hound us like an overseer was the Dope Man…… more like Dope Girl. That job was so stressful, you wouldn’t believe -but it wasn’t until ; I went down to work on the 6th floor, the New York call center, that I learned this secret and was able to feel and understand what it meant to get HIGH!!!

I don’t know what trade embargo the US put against Thailand and why the weed stopped but Mexico became the major supplier of weed, which brought in that dam Chronic, yuk! For the most part, I have been afraid to do drugs which is why I didn’t go past weed. Once Crack hit the scene and I saw what it did to people, I was completely turned off from the idea that you worked from sun up to sun down chasing rocks and that just seemed like way too much work and all the jobs you had to be willing to take and perform really scared me straight. Plus all the crazy stories that have been told to me by people who’ve taken serious drugs and it leaves me asking, ” If you encountered all of that, why get high?”

I will explain later……..

Learn how to use food for self-defense!

Worlds biggest food fight

I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever had a good job or a job I liked, most of my jobs have been jobs from hell. Most if not all of them have been like abusive boyfriends. My first job was fun, it really was, it was filled with adventure and danger. My first job was at Wendy’s… was the first and only Wendy’s franchise in the inner city and the first to have a $.99 and $1 menu, that was back when hip hop was still clean and fun and NWA were the only group out like that……

I am telling my age, anyway, back in the day- people on public assistance- got their checks on the 1st and the 15th of each month and on these days and in between Wendy’s was a mad house. Now the one thing, I became immune to, was being called” Bitches” and “Hoes” on a regular basis by our customers. During these times, the customers were down right vivcious over $.99 burgers, fries, and frostys’.

It went something like this, ” Welcome to Wenndy’s How May I Help You, this is Mimi, May I Please Take your order” Customer yells as if I’m hard of hearing, “I want 15 jr bacon cheese burgers, 6 biggie fries, 8 frostys, 3 single burgers one with extra pickles!” I repeat the order back to make sure it’s correct and say, ” Please drive up to the window” Now when the woman comes to the window she looks pissed off and irritated, I say hello, she ignores me, I give her the total, she gives me the money, I close the window and wait for her order to be complete as I take the next order.

Ok, her order is ready, I slide the window open and hand her the food she ordered, I turn around and close the window and get ready to walk away and all of a sudden she begins to blow her horn. I reopen the window and she begins to say, ” You stupid bitch didn’t I tell you I wanted extra pickles!”. I ignore the new name she’s given me and remain calm. I reply, “They did put extra pickles on the burger” she then says, “Well it aint enough I want more!” So I take her burger and tell Ishmial to put more pickles on the burger. I go back to the window and present her with the burger with even more pickles. I try to take another order and then, she blows the horn again.

This time she is enraged, “Stupid Bitch didn’t I tell you I wanted extra pickles, you fucking Stupid Ass Hoe!” Now by this time she is screaming at the top of her lungs and my manager Keith hears her yelling and comes over to the window and asks her, “Why are you talking to my employee that way and she responds, I asked her stupid ass twice for extra pickles, so Keith takes the burger back from her, throws it in the trash, mind you she started cussing Keith out in the process and he decides to make the burger hisself Keith gets a fresh bun ,places a fresh meat patty on the bun and then grabs a handful of pickles and shoved them on the bun, now mind you Keith was about 6’2 1/2 at least…….. so imagine how big his hands were and how many pickles went on that burger!

So he opens the window and hurls the freshly wrapped burger at the enraged woman and tells her. “You wanted extra pickles, now you got extra pickles now get the fuck out of my line!” The woman looked shocked as if she could not believe Keith’s behavior and finally drove away in silence. I almost peed on myself from laughing when I saw the big handful of pickles he put on that burger. Was that the first or the last time I was called out of my name over a burger……I would have to say no, nope being verbally assaulted on a regular was nothing to quit over, it took us to get robbed before I did that! But that’s another story…..I was 15 years old at the time.

Leave a comment below about your job from hell!