Nothing but death can keep me from it!
That's how I feel about my right to vote. I have heard the most foolish excuses this past week for not voting. I'm just dumbfounded. I couldn't even imagine not wanting to vote. I couldn't wait to register in 1984. I couldn't wait to walk into the booth. It just makes me sick. I guess being a Political Science major will do that. But you have to feel like you can make a difference, at least try. It's disheartening that so many of our young people feel they can't. P. Diddy said it best Vote Or Die!.

I'm venting... Having a MEAN OL' LION Wiz moment.I know that the shit is soon to hit the fan. I know this because there are many changes taking place. The changes are coming from headquarters. I had overtime this week that I won't be getting because I was made to leave early. Everyone was made to leave who had overtime, except V. Who I am beginning to believe has something really juicy on N. Hell he must have pictures, audio and video tape! I mean I could understand if I was the only one complaining. But the entire office! C'mon damn. He even had the nerve to tell her he didn't like working with certain types of Mexicans. Had I said something like that, I would have been fired a second after it came from mylips. I would have to be absolutely out of my mind to listen to the double talk coming from my boss' mouth. "Everything is fine. No one is jeopardy of losing their job. Were all safe here." But in the same breath say we need to find a way to quickly generate more business! I am at the point now where it's a struggle to go in everyday. I should never be at that point, no one should. The shit is getting too deep.

Well it has taken one month for everything to come to a head. I knew it wouldn't take long. As the saying goes...he was given enough rope to hang himself.

Just when I thought my job was going to get the best of me, I made a simple suggestion and they loved it. I love it... I suggested that we split the prospects. Simple, but this will ease my mind. I have my very own people to deal with. I am no longer going back and forth. I no longer have to answer for anyone else's numbers. I know that I am supposed to be part of a team but, if I have to crash and burn; let it be because I didn't do my job. Not someone dropped the ball so we all have to suffer.It's bonus time...crunch time. I really don't feel like part of a team, and finally I have the chance to prove myself , my worth. Now if one of my co-workers will keep their ass away from my files...this will work.

Ron O'neal died of cancer last month (otherwise know as Superfly). He was also Whitley's father on A Different World. Rest in peace brother. Today I was marketing for the company and sometimes I feel like I'm beating a dead horse. I'm going to all these chamber meetings and luncheons, making all these contacts and I just feel like I'm hustling backwards. For everyone one that we bring in 2-4 leave. So what are we doing about retention? Nothing! When I mention this in our meetings I'm looked at like I have two heads. All they have to say is...We have to market more, we have to get prospects in here! It's not rocket science people. ( positive) 1 and ( negative ) 2 leaves a ( negative) 1. I think we learned this in first grade.I'm working over , under, past and through time, for what? Lord, please let my business pick up.

As I am preparing Sunday dinner I am having my own Old School Revue "Up in Here". What ever happened to Sybil, Vicki Sue Robinson, Junior and Col. Abrams, Miki Howard, Chic , Force MD's...my list is endless and if I'm dating myself I don't care. This is good music! Is meatloaf still singing? I think he's taken to acting now. Back to the music...Kool and the gang,Hall and Oats, Air Supply, and Parliment-Funkadelic.. here I come

Would they throw my ass under the jail and throw away the key if I was found guilty for dumping my stock a day before it went belly up? Answer... Hell Yeah. Didn't even have time to blink before you answered that one. Will Martha serve any serious jail time.. I doubt it. I bet she has really good credit.

My car died today...I have been watching it day by day try and sputter along and slowly take me to and fro. It was a good sturdy car. I appreciate the effort it made to hang on. As we were sitting together for three hours ...THREE DAMN HOURS...waiting for a tow truck, I let him know that he would be missed. Now I have to go find another, one who will hang on at least half as long as he did. Goodbye Nick....so long.

Without looking at the word only hearing it. I chose to help my nephew with his vocabulary. Surely, I had forgotten that words can sound alike but be spelled differently and mean different things. The word... Eminent. I tell him, because he did not know what it meant. "What if someone says to you that you are in imminent danger if you walk in front of a truck?, Does that help you?." He said no it didn't because he was looking at the sentence used in the book. So of course he was confused. I said " Okay look it up in the thesarus and see which words are similiar". He said it says ...famous...prominent...projecting...conspicuous. I say.... because it still had not clicked.... " Well the thesarus is wrong because that is not what imminent means!"... By now he is thinking I have slipped off the deep end. So I walk over and actually look at the word. ....OH!......However, I am willing to admit when I am wrong. Websters... I apologize.

Feeling badly about taking a day, and knowing that we are trying to make the numbers for the quarter I drug myself to work. Nevermind the fact that my eyes looked like I was trying to imitate a raccoon and my stomach and back were aching from coughing so much.So now I'm walking around like Quasi Moto. No problem...I'm here....no one else was.....

I was complaining because I had to wait to celebrate V-day. I had gone on and on about how rude this was. How it only comes once a year and he should have prepared. Then I realized that...some people had no one to share the day with. No one called, no one will.

I would like to call attention to the fact that our young brothers and sisters are becoming infected with A.I.D.S. at an alarming rate. Being that I am now raising a boy; and seeing how easily girls are wooed by him, I must say that I am so scared; Not only for this little boy, but all of them. I remember the talks with my parents. I remember looking just like he does when we have our talks, and swearing on all that I held dear that I would never. Then having sex. But my biggest worry was becoming pregnant. I didn't want to disappoint my parents and become and unwed mother. So I took the proper precautions. Is preaching wrap it up enough? Is preaching abstinence realistic? I'm watching a television commercial and seeing how much fun it is to have herpes. What a little moonlight and Valtrex can do....What's going on?