LINK: go off, queen
Currently listening to: Crucify – Tori Amos
Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces, then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Just what God needs, one more victim
What’s the most awkward work scenario that’s happened to you? Thanks, Yankee Doodle for the prompt!
Prompt created by yours truly.
Feel free to use any prompts for July that I post and/or tag me.
I’d love to read your responses.
A few years ago, a colleague of mine, Will, called me after hours to let me know that he wasn’t feeling well and was going to call out sick the next day.
“Thanks for the heads up.”
“No prob, sis.”
I’d call him bruh and he’d call me sis. It’s just how it is. I’ll be in the break room or in my office and he’ll come by and turn off the lights. It’s the same shenanigans that my brother used to do to me when we were growing up.
Quick backstory: Will is a former marine, married, and has six children (two are from his first wife). His wife, Camila, cooked for me —I paid her to make me high-protein meals twice a week for a few months. She’s a fabulous cook and would make extra servings of their dinners and that’s what I would eat. It consisted of: barbacoa beef, grilled veggies, kabobs, crustless quiches, shakes, chicken stir fry, chilis, stews, etc.
When he returned to work a few days later, Will looked stressed and asked me, “Hey, when we hung up… what did you hear me say?”
“Uh, ‘no prob, sis.’”
“THAT’S what I told Camila. She swears I said ‘love you.’”
“What? No. She needs to get her ears checked.”
“That’s what I said! But she’s not having it.”
“No offense, but you are so not my type. You’re like literally, my brother.”
Also, whenever I mention having any headaches or body aches, he has zero empathy for me whatsoever. “Rojie, you are weak. Pain is weakness leaving the body.” And every time he tells me this, I roll my eyes.
The following day, Camila called my cell and asked what I heard. I told her the honest to God truth. “No prob, sis.” Then she did the “Mmm… hmm..” I shook my head and told her, “I don’t shit where I eat” but she wasn’t trying to listen to what I had to say.
Things have been strained since then. According to Will, they were going to counseling through their church after this incident. She’s still cordial to me whenever we cross paths, but we weren’t as close as we were before. TBH, I think they were having issues beforehand… IMHO (in my humble opinion), but was using this as an excuse to go off.
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