People really don’t care about their appearance. I have never in my life seen so many women and men who can care less about how they are dressed and what type of statement that makes. On a serious note, there should be a stricter dress code when appearing in court. From messy hair do-s that ranged from platinum blonde to fire engine red to guys with pants 2 sizes to big and the t-shirt to match, it was defnitely a wide range of characters in the building.

Getting a ticket and contesting it is a very tedious and annoying process. I never want to get another speeding ticket/traffic violation again in my life. Why, you ask – besides scarring my driving record? Well, regardless of the fact that you only went 10 miles over the speed limit or you didn’t have on your seatbelt because you were just going to the next parking lot, you are shunned when you’re merely asking for direction; you are treated with little to no respect by the officers that are there; and you have to sit in the lobby with those who have violated probation, didn’t pay child support, etc. and no one will be able to distinguish you from them. And well, they don’t even try to. “/

Guys will try to get your number WHEREVER and WHENEVER they can. I have never been hit on by so many criminals in my life and it made me extremely uncomfortable. This tactic has to be working on some female.. somewhere .. in some courthouse. #WhyTho?

People don’t listen, read, and follow directions as often as they should. And I honestly believe that for some people, it is an election because they’re prefer to be difficult and argumentative. For example, the Prosecutor states that you have to check in, get a white slip of paper, and wait until your name is called before you can contest your ticket. With that being said, to the top of his lungs might I add, I’m not sure why an entire bench of people sitting right next to the prosecutor while stating what I’ve previously mentioned, began complaining and groaning saying they already have a slip and why they need to get another. -_-

People can careless about the vulgarity that comes from the mouth. They don’t care if they’re sitting right next to you or directly behind you where you can hear every. single. word. that they’re saying, even if every other word is that of obscenity. From sex to who’s the new Criminal Informant, or rat as it was stated – discretion was not in the building.

When contesting a ticket, the prosecutor asks you if the violations are true, and if the officer isn’t there, it’s pretty much your word against theirs. Now, I’ve heard of this before, but I didn’t think it was that simple. Mind you, I was telling the truth; but, I could have easily lied about some things and he still would have taken my word for it.*

After waiting for two hours, sharing the newspaper with an older gentleman that felt just as out of place as I did, I left the building with a $134 promise to pay.

*doesn’t work in all areas. use wisely. :)

After today, I’ll have 4 sets of keys. I spent two hours looking for my car&house keys so I could take the children to school and so I can go to school. Needless to say, that didn’t happen this morning. My house is literally in shambles and it resembles nothing short of a pig’s sty. Who do I have to thank for my frustration this morning? No one other than my 1-year old son.

Have you ever found yourself at the mercy of a toddler? Imagine my agony while trying to plead with my 1-year-old to try and remember where he put Mommy’s keys. The problem wasn’t getting him to answer; rather, it was getting him to explain to me what he meant by “over there!”

“Over there!” meant the trash. So, here I am, sifting through dirty diapers, food containers, soda cans and the like. They weren’t in there and at this point, I’m so frustrated because now I’m almost late for work. It took a while for the idea to check ALL of the trash cans in my home, to register in my head. And what do you know? The keys were in the kitchen’s trash can.

I learned two valuable lessons today: make extra sets of keys and hang them in high places.

Needless to say, I know what I’m doing. I take my job pretty seriously for the $2300 I receive monthly. I need this job so I educate myself on our products when I’m off the clock so I can make sure my monthly incentive is never below $350. Now, I deal with irritating customers everyday. I deal with them so often that I almost always find humor in the dialogue. Like this one:

Disclaimer: As a bath product specialist, I am knowledgeable about mirrors, toilets, sinks, bathtubs, whirlpools, showers, shower stalls, water heaters, etc. I do not deal with flooring, etc. Also, after a customer sends something to me, I have one minute to respond.

So, after calling me a contractor which I’m not, I have been called the worst when my performance stats say I’m the best. Go figure!

.. and this is all because this person said they wanted a mirror with a size that we do not have but they really meant “titles” which is something that isn’t even associated with a bath item. Turns out, this genius misspelled T-I-L-E-S! And even so, flooring is not a bath item.. its…. flooring!

The Joys of my Workplace..

I could use a dream or a genie or a wish..
To go back to a place much simpler than this..

Even though I always seem to pull myself out of rough and troubling situations, sometimes I wish I could go back to when things were much simpler and much easier to deal with. I wish I could go back the times where Neosporin and Mommy&Daddy kisses were all it took to make all the trouble and stress subside. The stress of living on your own, raising two kids, and attending school isn’t easy to deal with everything; but I’m well aware of that. Sometimes I wish I had a dependent mindset where I would allow myself to live in my parent’s home and pocket the extra $1000 that I spend on rent and utilities a month. If that were the case, I’d have a new car and I wouldn’t be stressing about whether or not my car can even be repaired. I can treat myself to vacations and retail items that tickle my fancy. I can have money on standby that I wouldn’t be able to spend in 2 months.

But, I’ve been born with the mindset of my mother and father: working hard and having your own. These mindsets are definitely things that I don’t ever see receding. Right now, I’m dependent upon other people that I really shouldn’t even allow to help me. But, desperate times call for desperate measures. I’m having a hard time dealing with this dependency especially when I’m used to being independent. I can deal with the thought of being dependent upon my family, but other people, this is taking some time to get used to. It’s taking a lot of out me to do things and say things that I though I’d never have to say again. Nevertheless, I’ve come to the conclusion that if I ever want to return to the state of normalcy that I’ve grown so accustomed to, I have to swallow my pride and deal with the fact that I’ll be temporarily out of my element.

And let me tell you, swallowing this pride never tasted so disgusting!

Last week, I spent a lot of money in regards to much needed TLC my car needed. From window regulators, brakes, rotors, oil changes, and the like, I treated her to all of that. It was time that I show her some appreciation. She has gotten me through a lot even though she couldn’t get me through a lot. So besides the fact that after I got all of this maintenance done and a week later I need a new compressor, I also need a starter. Grand Total: $911. 58 (auto-mechanic)

This could have happened any other weekend, but NOT the weekend I actually decide to make plans to be social. It’s Homecoming week at Southern University and I made plans to attend the Greek Show and by now it’s apparent I won’t be there. I still have money left over after catching up on a few things but more car repairs is not how I wanted to disburse my surplus of benjamins.

Of course I be learning more about Summa Theologica or finishing my Mother to Son poem research paper, or perhaps sprucing up my Swahili, answering my English questions and working on my presentation for Management of Business; but, I needed the friggin break. I’ve had my nose buried in books for the first two months and I needed to just step away from that for a little bit. The money is present to get all of this fixed but I’d be a fool to pay that much when it can be done cheaper if I wait. Waiting will mean missing the festivities for this weekend.

If I miss the Greek Show, I will make it to the tailgating festivities!