August 21, 2011

a day in a day

Working. Always working.

freedom lasts for the moments I breathe
deeply, inhaling the scents
of innocence
while carving the truth into the spots
of darkness, there is shadows
dancing with the whites
of my eyes
and I find myself step-stuttering along
crooked cement, the sheen
of rain like the tears inside darkened eyes

My mind is in jumble today. Work was AWFUL on Saturday, so bad. My maintenance super (and I am technically "over" him) had me in tears at one point where I just walked away because it was easier (and more professional) than punching the ass in the face. This man swear he knows everything and that women know nothing, he has a maor power complex that is not flying with me. You do not disresepct me in front of the residents and guests of the park, just as you don’t disrespect them either. He was yelling and cussing at them. Just an all around bad day.

Money is also the route of my evil right now, this time of year gets me EVERY time!

All women deserve respect…. Men that can’t observe this need to be taught this…

RYN: …and what did you buy during your retail therapy? 😉

yeah im the same way, i don’t trust women outside my family, sorry to say that but its true, i been burned for many reason, just don’t ask me what they are because i don’t know.

thank you.

I most definitely would have reported him, no question. I read your latest before this, and you got a warning, and i’m sure he wasn’t even approached. perhaps someone wrote a complaint, or will if you speak to them. i don’t deal with that shit at all. this is a chance for you to exercise the power you DO have. his words are you challenging yourself, ultimately.