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Thursday, August 30, 2012

Supersonic Sushi!

One of our most interesting coworkers is a coworker I will call "Sushi".

That name was given to her by my cubicle mate, The CowgirlCre. You see, CowgirlCre ran up here when she was having some sushi for lunch one day. That made her sophisticated, you see. She wasn't a sandwich and salad girl like me or CowgirlCre.

She was high class. She ate sushi for lunch.

So when she happens to be walking down the hall, and she is spotted, she will hear us yell "Sushi!"

"Who is Sushi?" our boss has asked.

"That's your girl... Cuz she eat that sushi for lunch."

(I know Sushi just rolls her eyes.  She knows how special we are. We are bored. We will do ANYTHING to entertain ourselves til quitting time).

Anyway, she just had a birthday. I made a card for her. I put her name on the front to the card. I wanted to put "Sushi" but that would've been too much for her to explain to folks.

She likes stars. She has an interesting tattoo, a small spray of stars. I guess that means she likes stars.

She turned 27.
(I put Sushi on the back. Had to get that in, man.)

I don't really believe she is 27. She looks to be about 15.

She is the official youngster of the groups. She may as well be 15.

I like Sushi. She works really hard and really smart. She don't even bust a sweat. She just be walking up and down the hall with her paperwork, her ponytail swinging back and forth, like she out walking on the beach or something. I tell you, whenever I see her, it makes me want to go to the skating rink and skate and half some fun!

She is an excellent employee. I am lobbying HARD for her to be substitute supervisor when the boss is out. (Lawd knows I HATE when I come up in the rotation. Oh, I can't stand it). But my boss isn't down for that. I do think she will run the group well. With an iron fist, and that is fine with me. As long as I don't have to do it, who cares. LOL

I'm still working on that, Sushi! Keep hope alive, gal!

So...

One day, I saw her walking down the hall... and I called out "Sushi! Come here, girl!"

She came back... I know it was reluctantly. I could tell by the look in her eye.  But whatever. I know she didn't want me to chase her down.

"You got on them shoes, girl. The shoes in the JJ Fad Supersonic video."

Do you know who JJ Fad is?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

I almost don't believe her. I played the Stylistics for her one day. She thought it was horrible. I wanted to put her out the lab.

I pointed at her feet again. "Those are the Supersonic shoes you got on there, girl!!"

I pointed this out to our coworker Lieutennant By. "Come here, By!! Come look at her shoes. Those are the JJ Fad Shoes... from the JJ fad Supersonic video!"


Of course, By and I broke out into some Supersonic verse...

"Supersonic motivating rhymes are creative..."

"I'm suma suma lama lama..."


*lee whispering... "supersonic!"*

LOL

I loved that song! It came out when I was 18 years old. I knew every word, and could probably jump up and do a few of the dances they were doing in the video. That was the best song! That whole Supersonic cassette tape was GREAT!

Pour Sushi. She had to deal with our hard singing. She has the straight face mody times, staying poised and control. I KNOW she go back and talks about her...special coworkers.  I know we make for interesting conversation.

That's alright, honey. I still like that song. And those shoes.

And it gives me an excuse to post the video.



And as Missy Elliot likes to yell... REEEEEMIIIIIIXXXX!!!!



LOL! I'm not sure those are the shoes. I think Sushi has the later generation. But they definitely are the same style!

Happy Birthday, Sushi. May your 27th year be your best year yet!

Thursday, February 05, 2009

The Wrath of Darth Sista

I am off today...

And I will be off until February 17th.

Management is not happy about this.

But I currently have a TON of vacation time.

An Oldgirl likes to take OFF for her birthday. In this case, I head out on a cruise on my birthday. So let's just say, I need a little more time.

Management clench and gnash their teeth over this phenomena...

So, I imagine my good supervisor, The Darth Sista, pondering my impending vacation as she looked through her closet for shoes to match her snazzy outfit.

"LadyLee is taking off today. I have to be SURE to give her a very hard time. I need some special shoes just to help me harass her."

And she found those special shoes...

After yesterday, I am convinced they were "I'm gonna kick LadyLee's ASS" boots!!!



(I am SHOCKED that she posed for these pictures.)


And that is allllllll she did yesterday: harass poor lil' me. Several times yesterday, I heard the unmistakable "click-click-click-click-click" of her special boots on the floor as she prowled through the halls...

...looking for me.

I didn't notice them at first, as I stay the heck out of her way with a vengeance, but we had a looooong team meeting yesterday afternoon, and I was sitting up against the wall, perpendicular to her. I pondered those boots something terrible...

"Those boots are HOT! Got the lil' S&M buckle on the side!"

"Dang, she must be going straight to the club after work!"

"Shoot man... she must be the feature attraction at the strip club tonight. She's gonna work those boots while working the dayum pole!"

"Them some HOT boots right there!!"

She asked me the status of my instrumentation. My brain was frozen. *Crickets abound*

She knows me pretty well... I had that "I don't care, Darth Sista, I'm going on vacation!" look in my eyes.

Oh, she was really hot then.

Harrassed me even more.

She even walked over to my desk to make SURE I was working.

I let her have her Micromanagement Queen fun. Didn't matter. I am off until the 17th.

She called to see if I would be around for a couple of days, sort of thinking she could send some work home via our group SuperHero Hen-Dog, who lives down the street from me.

I would NOT give her a straight answer on that.

I said "Uh, you gonna have to catch me at Wal-Mart or a stop light, man!"

She really was hot behind that.

And uh, Hen-Dog... I know him. He ain't knocking on my door with paperwork!

LOL!!

But I got her back. I called her on her cell phone a good hour after she'd left work. I could hear her infant whining in the background as I asked questions.

I hung up, called her again with more questions.

I snickered. I told my coworker Lieutennant Meek-Meek, who was standing next to me, "I oughta call that broad again."

LOL! No, I left her alone. Didn't want to get cussed out. None of that.

But it is good to be off...

And Darth Sista can safely put her "Ass kicking boots" away.



(Or, maybe she needs them for the strip club after all!)

Monday, January 05, 2009

Back. To. Work. I. Go.

2 weeks off.

It went by SO fast.

I owe, I owe, I owe... So back at work I go.

Ohhhhhh Lawd...

And this is how I feel:


*holler, wail, screech, fall out on floor in front of cubicle, and holler some more*

Somebody PLEASE fan me with the Obama Church fan.

I give myself a minute to cry...

Even allow myself to give the Oppressor the *side-eye*.

I know one thing... I'ma have to tell my boss to allow me half a minute just to get adjusted to the *shock* of being back at work. Hope no one bugs me too hard today, or they gonna get the cold death stare.

Shoot man, it's gonna take me alllll week just to get my bearings straight.

However much time I spend tripping about my job today, well, I will spend double the amount of time being thankful for my job.

That's the new order of the day.

Really though.

Now, I roll my sleeves up, and take a moment to make a plan for the day.

I purpose to make it do what it do.

This is gonna be a GREAT day.

Holidays are over ya'll... 'Tis sad, but it is true.

To all those going back to work today, have a good week... on purpose.

Monday, September 08, 2008

Back To Work :(



11 days off.

It went by SO fast.

I am back at work.

And this is how I feel:



*holler, wail, screech, fall out on floor in front of cubicle, and holler some more*

(Hush Dreamy)

I give myself a minute to cry...

Even allow myself to give the Oppressor the *side-eye*.



I know one thing:

However much time I spend tripping about my job today, well, I will spend double the amount of time being thankful for my job.

Really though.

Now, I roll my sleeves up, and take a moment to make a plan for the day.

I purpose to make it do what it do.

This is gonna be a GREAT day.