Homeless = Worthless?

I'm quite perturbed by something I just witnessed downstairs in the cafe. A man who (for all intents and purposes) was homeless asked a guy if he'd buy him breakfast b/c he was hungry, etc. The guy (I assume) said no (which is his right..) and went on his merry way (or so I thought). I said to myself, "I'm going to buy this man breakfast b/c it's just the right thing to do." I'm the type of woman that blesses those who are less fortunate b/c I very well could end up in the same boat and I'd want someone to help me. Well before I could even ask if the man needed anything, the SECURITY guard shows up. Now if you're a frequent visitor to my blog, you know the security here is a joke. But I digress... Anyhow apparently the guy who was just SO appalled by this homeless man (and I don't mean a smelly, dirty, homeless person either...) asking him for a meal went down stairs to alert security of the 'threat' upstairs in the cafe. The security TEAM comes barging in and asks the man "can we help you with something?" (I'm thinking...no shit Sherlock, the man is starving...of course you can help) The man says "no, I'm waiting on my friend." A woman steps out front and says "Yeah right, we heard you were up here begging for money and we can't have you threatening our people." (I frown...like are they serious?!?! To make matters worse, they are attempting to embarrass this man as if asking for someone to buy him a meal isn't enough) The man says "No ma'am I'm waiting on my friend...he works here." (I'm thinking, God I hope you send him a friend b/c if not they are going to really try and do something to this homeless man...God is good though...) The woman asks "Where is this friend?" (as if to say...you're a liar...and you know it) The man points, "Right there..." he says. Sure enough a guy finishes his transaction and comes over to where they are making this huge unnecessary scene and the posse asks, "Do you know this *insert pause and up and down look here* man?" The friend answers "Well no, but he was in need of breakfast so I offered to buy it for him." The woman says "Well sir, that's nice and all *all while her face is all scrunched up* but you can't feed these people here...b/c if you do, they'll come back like animals. You know how if you feed a stray dog they show up the next day? Kinda like that." (By now I'm near tears b/c I can't believe how this woman is tearing this already torn down man even further down) The friend answers "Well I'll take my chances. It's a shame how some people have no regard for another human being." He then takes the homeless man by the arm and leads him to the grill where he proceeds to order...God must know me and my big mouth really well b/c he put ME and the Security Posse in the elevator together on the way down. I can be a real asshole when I need to be, so I pick up my phone to call my imaginary friend and I say "You know...I just witnessed the most disgusting shit I've ever encountered in my life." I said, "It's funny how people get a job making $10 per hour and lose all sense of decency. It's people who are one paycheck from living on the streets who adopt this elitist 'I'm better than you' demeanor." I said, "I'd sure hate to see what would happen if someone ELSE lost THEIR job." I proceed to tell my fake phone callee the story while the posse (mainly the ring leader) squirms. I'm sure they are thinking, "dammit can we get to the lobby please!???!" I didn't care...and it probably wasn't the right way to handle it, but I was hurting FOR that man.

Now, I know the guards have a job to do (and I say that shit loosely) and I'm in no way disputing the fact that they had to at least confront the man b/c he DID break a city ordinance. (or whatever) My issue lies with the WAY it was done. Why do people think that homeless = beneath you? I mean I get irritated when I'm being harassed by a homeless person who calls me a bitch b/c I REALLY don't have the $0.75 they need. Or I see the homeless person I gave a few dollars to walk into the store and come out with a beer. That shit frustrates me too...but that doesn't make me any better than they are? Seriously... People better wake up and realize that:

1. Just b/c you have a job today...doesn't mean you'll have one tomorrow. What does that mean? Just b/c you have a roof over your head and food in the cupboards...doesn't mean it'll be there next week.

2. You NEVER know who you can bless...if you see a mother sitting on a bench with her kids, don't walk by with your nose turned up when she asks you to pray for her or for help. For those of you who know God, you know His power. They very well could be sent by God JUST to see if you practice what you preach. I firmly believe in making room for bigger blessings...and when you bless someone watch it come RIGHT back to you. It works the other way too...you step on someone when they are down...watch it come RIGHT back to you.

I'm guilty of some of the things above, but today made me really realize just how blessed I am and how much more I can help other people. If I can go out and spend $100 on ONE meal, surely I can spare $1 to donate to a homeless shelter. If I can cook enough food for 12 people when only 4 are in my home...surely I can get my butt outta the bed on the weekends and feed other people. *sigh* Let's really put into practice what this season is about people...it really IS better to give than to receive.

G'Day Folks,

Lady Doss

Crabs...

Well I'm taking someone's advice and blogging about some things that have been irritating me lately. Here lately my co worker has really been making me want to just politely push her out of a window. (to the FBI...if you're reading this..I'm not seriously going to push her, it's merely a statement of frustration) Anyhow...I just...she just...I just...wow she just irks me SO bad. One, she has a -600 score on the people skills meter. She just DOES NOT know how to talk to people. She's had hmm...5 or so assistants in the year that I've been here and they all throw their hands up and quit. Why? because she doesn't know how to talk to folks. The funny thing is...I can't understand why I even give a damn, b/c I told her the FIRST time she came at me sideways that my name wasn't Fido and I didn't live in her backyard tied to a tree. In other words, I'm not a dog and I don't take commands and shit. Since then she either doesn't say anything to me at all or grins and grits her teeth when she has to talk to me. Whatever works... *shrug*

So...what made me so upset that day? Well we are launching a huge tour for one of our clients and for some reason (which I will reveal in a second) she wants to do all the work herself. If you don't know anything about a tour you'd be like...well shit let her, but this client is on the verge of leaving the firm so we have to make sure their stuff is in TOP TOP shape. One person working on the tour is asking for a disaster. What if she makes a mistake? What if she gets hit by a car on her way to work and can't explain how to do something from her hospital bed? I mean...that's kinda far fetched but the theory remains the same. My boss comes to me and says "Lady Doss...I need you to help *Katrina* with this tour. She'll tell you she doesn't need any help but I know she does. She's drowning in there." I say "ok...cool." I go into her office for 5 days straight and ask if there is anything I can do. She says no I got it...ok fine. All the while, my boss is screaming on me to help her b/c she needs help. After about a week of hearing this ridiculous shit I finally say "Look *Steven* I know *Katrina* needs help...you know *Katrina* needs help...but *Katrina* seems to think she doesn't need help. Now I've asked...5 times even...and that's about all I can do. I'm not going to go into her office and demand she let me help her. I'm sorry...that's on you. Your name is on the door." I guess he takes my advice b/c he asks me to transfer him to her. Of course I can't hear what he's saying but I hear her say..."yes she's asked...but all she says is ok when I tell her no" I guess he says something else and she goes "well she gets an attitude when I tell her no repeatedly...and I don't want to deal with attitude." I'm thinking to myself "is this bitch serious?" THAT pisses me off to the point where I go in and tell her..."no the issue isn't about you not needing help nor is it about my 'attitude' it's about you thinking that if I help you I may just do it better than you and we all know what that would lead to right?" I said "and furthermore...I just want you to know that I don't WANT your lil job honey b/c if I did I'd have it. I'm ONLY trying to help you out...nothing more..nothing less. If we lose this client we all can pack up and go the hell home."

She sat there and blinked...I guess my point was well taken.

I DO have some questions though...I'm sure no one knows the REAL answer but hey maybe you've been thinking the same things I have. Why in the hell do people rake leaves? I mean I could understand raking them when all of the leaves fall off the trees in their yard but don't you think you're creating a lot of work for yourself raking them mugs once a week? I mean Fall lasts for quite a few weeks. It seems like you'd let the leaves FALL then rake them up. I understand the well manicured look...but damn.

I'll humor you with more later...as for now. I've got some Lance white cheddar cheese popcorn waiting on me.

G'Day folks!

Lady Doss

I like my bacon limp...dammit.

I'm kinda perturbed that the cook downstairs doesn't understand simple breakfast terms. For example "I'd like my eggs scrambled" seems to confuse the shit out of him. Today I decided to make it EASY on him and just get three strips of limp bacon. This lil faggot stares at me like "what the fuck is that?" and proceeds to pick up the crispiest bacon in the pan. I said noo...limp...and flipped my wrist (since I knew he'd understand that shit). Low and behold...he goes OOOOH and picks up the bacon I want. I'm like for real? Goodness.

Oh and I do think I need to start all over learning to walk...for the second time this week I've nearly busted my ass walking from the train station to work. On Monday I was rocking my fierce red boots but it was kinda windy and a little wet out so I was being extra careful (or so I thought). A gust of wind came through and I started sliding down the sidewalk like I was skiing or some shit. Now it would have been easy to catch my balance, but I had my laptop bag on one shoulder. Purse on the other...and holding my cup of tea. I looked like...I don't even know what I looked like screaming and flailing trying to catch my balance. People were looking...probably laughing...the whole 9. Praise balance beam Jesus I didn't fall though. I tell you what...I refused to turn around and look back, I damn near ran into my building.

THEN today...I'm fierce again but I have on my black stiletto style knee boots and some jeans...I'm like Kanye "you can't tell me nothin" till I start damn sliding again. This time though...people are looking, pointing, and shit...I look back to pretend like I slid on something and say "ya'll better be careful, it's a little slick right there" and try to run into my building again. Now either I can't walk in heels or the "you gonna bust your ass" demon is out to get me. I'm scared as hell to walk to GSU to get my December Marta card. My damn luck I'll fall slap in the middle of Peachtree. *frown*

Since the semester is practically over...I'll have more time to blog. So get ready to rumble (or tumble in my case).

G'Day Folks!

Lady Doss

*SIGH*

I'm awake...the end.

Ok maybe not...I took a Vicodin and I feel like a junkie or something. This was at 9 PM. My mind is racing and it feels like shit is crawling on me. I keep scratching and carrying on like a crack head. THEN Syd has been crying since 1. I went in her room and sat with her, she slept for 20 minutes and was up screaming again. I woke back up to her yelling "stop it..." and "shut up..." to someone or something. I went BACK in to look around, nothing. She was still crying with me in the room so I brought her in here to sleep with us. She slept for 20 minutes, back up crying. She got out of our bed and went in her brother's room...then downstairs. So of course I get up again. I Pick her up and take her back in her room. I lay her down...she goes right back to sleep...for about 3 minutes. I turn on her lamp...still crying...the tv...still crying...I just gave up and shut her door and ours to let her cry it out. I think she's having nightmares but mommy can't stop them and she's not wanting to be receptive to my soothing methods. Lord tomorrow (today) is going to be a long day...

To be continued...

Lady Doss

Take your smoke on with you...

Why is that people who smoke think everyone else wants a hit too? I mean really? Do you just HAVE to stand in the walkways, doorways, and every other high traffic area while you're committing suicide? I can't stand walking down the sidewalk behind someone that's puffing a Newport b/c they seem to always blow the smoke backwards and flick the ashes over their shoulder. I mean shit. I think people who smoke should have ONE area where they all hang out and do their thing. Kinda like assisted suicide. Ok I'm being harsh but isn't that essentially what you do when you smoke? I mean doesn't it like kill you over time? Excuse my ignorance but I'm no smoker... I'm sure I'll piss some 3 pack a day, yellow teeth having, foul breath smelling smoker off, but where would the world be without me? :)

Anyhow, I had an emergency root canal yesterday and boy was THAT a blast!!!! <--sarcasm I was sitting in my office minding my own business when my receptionist buzzed me saying "Your dentist is on 1..." I pick up and she says, Lady D if you can come on down to the office we'll go ahead and get you out of that pain. I thought about it for a minute and said eff this, I'm on my way. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and the tooth no longer hurts but I swear my jaw aches like I did a two for one head special on Ponce last night. I don't know how the 'tutes do it. Goodness. How about though...the oral surgeon (or whatever he was) wrote me a prescription for some damn Advil. What in the hell kind of shit is that? Advil? You just banged around in my mouth for 1.5 hours and you've warned me that I'll feel like I got hit in the face by Ali but you are giving me some Advil? Pish! I called my dentist and told him and they were like oh no honey, come down and get a prescription for some real pain medication. I did...and I slept quite nicely thanks to the vicodin last night. My jaw still hurts but since I'm at work I'll have to suffer. I took two Aleve and they laughed at the pain when they arrived there. They said "naw we can't deal..." and left. So yeah...I'll be in pain until I get home.

SPEAKING of prescriptions. Someone help me out here...does it take a whole lot of skill to fill one? I mean I thought it was a matter of counting 1 2 3 4... and putting them shits in the bottle? What TAKES them so long? I mean I know they have to verify benefits and print the labels but 2 hours?!?!?! So I drop of my prescription at WalGreen's last night at around...ehhh 6P. She says "these'll be ready in about 30 minutes." I say, well ok since it's only 30 minutes we'll run to Publix and Chick Fil A right quick. We get back to WalGreens to pick it up and this heifer says "It'll be another 30-45 minutes." I'm in pain so all I can do is chuckle and leave. I go back at 8:15 (yes that's two point five hours after I left it to begin with) and the SAME girl says "It's not ready yet..." I guess the look on her face said it all b/c she said "but I'll fill it now." Then she yells back..."what did ya'll do with that Doss prescription..I can't find it!" By now I'm about ready to hop OVER the counter and fill my own shit...another 20 minute wait and they are ready...oh but let me tell you what happened while I was waiting (LMAO already).

This nice looking 'older' lady comes up to the counter...and says "I'd like to have this filled please..." The clerk says "have you ever been here before" she says "I don't remember" she says "can I have your name please" The woman just stands there with a blank look on her face...and of course this is when I perk up b/c I'm like now I KNOW she didn't forget her name. So anyway, the woman leans all close and gives her A name...the clerk starts to look it up, and that's apparently not in the system. The clerk asks her if she's sure that's her name...she says "Well it's my maiden name, here's my married name..." That one works, then the clerk says "Date of birth?" Another blank look comes from the woman and then she proceeds to start rumbling through her purse...the clerk says "5-4-47?" the woman gasps and says "I didn't want everyone around me to hear that..." the clerk is like "well oh, anyway...is that correct?" I damn near died laughing. The lady says yes...the clerk says "insurance information?" she says "I left my card at the office but here is the information they gave me" the clerk says "no that wont work..." then this dumb woman who didn't want anyone to know her name or birthday says "Well here is my social...111-11-1111." Ummm....is she serious?!?!? Apparently she is and everyone around me caught the joke...including the clerk. We all chuckled...I don't know how that turned out b/c my meds were FINALLY available and I ran the hell up outta there. It WAS funny though. LOL

Anyhow....G'Day Folks!

Lady Doss

*sings* Walk on byyyyyyy....

I'm convinced...I walk too damned fast. I swear everywhere I go I'm plowing over people b/c they are walking slower than I am. I don't know if it's that I have a longer stride or what but I just walk too damned fast. I've tried not to do it, but I just can't...and get this!?! It's always the larger people poking around. If anything I'd be trying to put some pep in my overweight step to increase my life span but nope...not them. I mean I'm not downing fat people b/c I clearly have the potential to be overweight my damn self (especially eating burgers and 6 wings with fries and a coke for lunch twice a week) but shit. I mean speed the hell up or MOVE. Which brings me to another thing...why do people walk down the middle of the sidewalk?!? What pleasure is there in that? There HAS to be b/c there is no reason on this green Earth that you would walk down the middle of the sidewalk that you clearly have to share at 4SPH (steps per hour... LOL). The courteous thing to do would be to just MOVE to the left, right, hell even in the street...just OUT of my way!!!!

*vent over*

So I FINALLY registered my car (yeah the one I purchased in August) about two weeks ago. I thought I was going to go bald fooling around with Nissan South and the state of GA. These two had me running back and forth for damn near two months trying to REGISTER a vehicle. I'm like, ok I'm TRYING to do the right thing and not drive my car around without tags but ya'll are pushing it. I'm TRYING to give you the tax monies I owe, etc but you can't get your shit together. It went from the state telling me "We never got anything from them" toNissan telling me "Yes we mailed your paperwork on blah blah date and blah blah signed for it..." back to the state saying "Oh wait we got it but returned it due to an error on the title..." to Nissan saying "No they didn't..." to the state saying "Yes we did..." to Nissan saying "Oh wait yes they did...we already sent it back in...but I can't tell you who did it or when it was done." I was sure I was going to lose my mind. SURE of it. The license plate I wanted wasn't available (I wanted Gr8ful - which means...DUH Grateful. The reason I chose the 8 instead of letters is b/c 8 symbolizes new beginnings thus making me grateful for the new beginnings in my life...). I had to choose Gra8ful instead...which to me is kinda redundant, but you get the point I'm trying to make. *shrug*

Oh yeah, I've been wondering THIS for a very long time...why is it that people who work with people have the worst people skills on the planet? Has anyone ever noticed that? Please tell me I'm not the only one. For example, every time I call AmeriBistro to order lunch the lil girl acts like it's physically hurting her to take my order. She gets to sighing and smacking her lips and carrying on...one day I just asked, "Do you not want to be there? I mean you could always go home you know..." I don't know if she took me literally but I went to pick up my food and her ass was no longer there. Either she took the hint or her shift ended. Either way I was happy she was gone...until I encountered her equally pained co worker. I was like, well damn. LOL Oh and don't you hate it when you encounter rude people but there's not much you can do about it? For example, rude flight attendants or TSA agents (or does the A in TSA mean agent...anyhow). I mean it's not like you can complain while in flight or in security line. They'll have your ass in a holding cell in 6 seconds if you do. You'll be labeled a threat or terrorist and wham...your option to travel by air is gone. I hate that this is the world we live in...it's almost as if you kinda have constitutional rights (not saying rude people are in violation of the constitution, although they should be...lol) and then sometimes you kinda don't.

Oh well, I'm tired of typing (even though I have more to add)...later folks

Lady Doss

So yeah...

It's been a MINUTE since I blogged. I actually don't think I've blogged since school started. So I guess I'll start at what's been happening since mid August. Hmmm...

Well class. Class is kicking my ass, I wont even lie to you. It's not that the material is hard b/c it isn't. As a matter of fact all of my classes cover the same shit, it's just that either my old age is getting to me or I'm as dumb as a box of rocks. I go into a test thinking "Oh I'm about to ace this one..." and get my paper back with 70's and stuff. That aint ME! Everyone keeps saying, "you were out of school for a few years...you're rusty" or "You expect too much of yourself...a B is not that bad." Ok well maybe you're right...it has been a few years and B's aren't failing...but shit now. If I'm going to study for hours on end, attend class, take good notes, and so on...I shouldn't be making 72's on tests and such...that just don't add up. OH and THEN there are some people in some of my classes who need a hefty dose of 'shut the fu*k up', seriously. Like I understand wanting to contribute to the discussion, but if you are just going to 1. repeat what the instructor JUST said in different words or 2. contribute something that hasn't a damn thing to do with what we are discussing...just save it for the convo you'll have with yourself later. I can see the frustration in the instructor's eyes when they have to listen to some idiot babble on and on about how their dog did such and such when we are discussing crime trends in the inner city. I mean to be fair they can't tell them to hush...but wooooooooSaH! That reminds me...why do people raise their hands and once called on say "I was going to say..." before they say what they were going to say? Was that NOT a waste of every one's time AND your energy? We KNOW you were going to say it b/c guess what Einstein you JUST did!

On to family life. I don't know if it's just me or not...but here lately I've just been wanting to RUN and hide in a closet. Terrible twos are just that...I swear my daughter just turned into a little monster over night. She throws things, hits her brother, tells us no, gets into things you wouldn't think anyone would be interested in, and the list goes on. For example, (and this is gross but hey...) we put her to bed one night under the impression that she was GOING to BED. Hubby goes in to check on her about an hour later...and I kid you not, this child is sitting in her recliner diaperless with shit in her hand. After a brief investigation, turns out instead of saying "potty" she took her diaper off and wanted to see just exactly what that stuff was. It was the funniest thing (in hindsight) b/c D got out of bed and just went crazy. He swore she was eating it, and I told him there was no way a child of mine was eating shit. Just no way...so I'm laying in the bed listening to him scold her and it's cracking me up b/c he's saying "No baby you don't eat boo boo! Do you hear me? DO.NOT. TOUCH. BOO BOO! That's ew ew, okaaaay?!?!" I swear I lost 2 pounds from laughing. I mean it wasn't funny...but still. LMAO

Now my son...is what almost 10 months old and a bully already. The boy will just TAKE whatever it is that he wants. For example, if my daughter is eating chicken...HE is gonna eat chicken. If she wont willingly give him a piece, he takes it. It's the funniest thing to watch and she gets so frustrated when he comes and just bogarts his way into her plate. Oh and he will fuss too! He can't form not one word but will go clean off on you. I told hubby that he is the one I'm going to have to knock out a couple times b/c he's already telling me what he thinks. Woosah...again and again.

I'm still at the same job...laughing at the same people and the same antics. I actually enjoy laughing at these people for the most part. The only time I'm really irritated is when I think someone is doing someone else unfairly. Speaking of which...why did we go through 4 (FOUR) receptionists in one week. I kid you not, they would come in one day and quit the next, it was hilarious. No one could understand why they wouldn't come back. So you know me and my big mouth... I said, "well I wouldn't necessarily come back either...to be honest with you." No one asked why, I never volunteered it.

Anyhow, I hope this semi catches you up to Lady D...if not, well just ask. LOL

G'Day folks!

Lady Doss