Ok, this is gonna be an interesting exercise, because a) I'm tipsy (lil penguin white shiraz packs a punch) and b) I'm pressed for time. ETA: yes, I borrowed ( stole ) the OE idea from ManNMotion - shouts out for the inspiration. So without further ado:
theGig:: an opportunity was presented to me, I was overqualified for, but it paid more. Every mgr that needed to approve theThang approved it. After it was allegedly a done deal, Mgr X figured out theThang paid TOO much more, and balked. To anyone willing to listen. Some stalling occurred, and discussions i wasn't privy too. When the dust settled, the more-pay was passed on to someone else, and I was offered the opportunity on a contingency basis, sans pay, to "prove myself". Or continue to work with Mgr X. I took option A, and updated my resume.
Meanwhile, this opportunity was need based, and my services were sorely needed. SORELY. So I've been working 12-14 hour days, weekends, and from home, to "get 'er done". (shouts to Larry the Cable Guy, who is my next baby-daddy, btw) . Why, you ask? The opportunity broadens my skillset, in anticipation of my departure.
theGradSchool:: I be (on it)...all night, man I be (on it)....everyday, str8 up studying...you can catch me in the....A....I be on that latte tonite, str8 up on latte to nite...
Ok, that was LAAAME! I must be tipsy....lol.
theHood:: so my subdivision is filling in nicely, and I'm no longer fighting my grass. Hows-n-ever, I got an anonymous letter in the mail, about some unsolicited lawn poop, and loud music waking up babies. Signed by Mr. and Mrs Tired of the Lawn Poop and Loud Music. Now y'all know I don't have a dog, so obviously it's my tunes. I took this personally, because I figured the neighborly thing to do woould be to walk the 10 feet that separates our houses, and holla at a player if you have problems.
And yes, the music pumps from the vehicle, at all odd hours that I keep, whenever I'm in the car. It's about the only thing keeping me from tearing someone's head off.
But, it ain't me. I learned this one morning, as one of my furry neighbors left me a little lawn poop present. I also learned that I'm not the only one thumbing their nose about loud music) Next door neighbor had a party, which spilled into my yard,and left me empty bottles in my trashcan, et. al.
Note to saga - despite the backyard view from my bedroom, get some drapes. Stat.
theLoveLife:: queue talking heads song ..same as it ever was... I'm 2X months celibate (E says it's only celibacy if I have prospects to actually get laid, and I'm turning them down. I say - go str8 to hell, E).
theKids, theSchool, theEtc:: fine, yeah, blah, blah. Well, the kids miss their mom. theGig is making theSitter rich. theSchool is as worrisome as ever.
theBreakDown:: all work and no play, makes saga bug the f*ck out. I had a breakdown the other day. A big thing, but not insurmountable. Basically, theGig (and the other stuff too, but mostly theGig) was running me to death, with no validation/affirmation. And with a tiny support system (and no a$$), I was bound to blow a tire. E gave me a shoulder to cry on, and some advice. And the grind grinds on.....
hitting one outta the park:: I got some validation from an unexpected source - I got it from a group of type A personalities. And it reminded me how good it feels to get it. Don't get me wrong, self-affirmation is good. But being an army of one, thinking you're the shizit gets old (and a lot lonely). It felt dayum good to hear it from someone else.
aside - it wasn't better than sex. but it was good.
*yawns* ok, that's it. times up. nighty-night!
don't believe the hype?:: Somehow, I missed the memo that this was a hot topic. Apparently, that memo went out to many major media outlets, and particularly the blogosphere. I googled the words "Angry Black Woman" and got back 35,700 hits. Not a lot, but definitely not a little. 
