I was fired from my job who knows when....but I am FREE!
How do you not know when you was fired?
Good question let me share another misadventure with you
I started with this company 4/13/2009 took a drug test and started working. I started getting upset with this company for many administrative problems. I started working from home and a lot of things started changing which made me become frustrated. I started wishing they would fire me so I can get paid and not work. I started slacking and got wrote up then I had to work in the building plus my internet was messed up so I had no choice but to continue working there. I was told I needed to meet with HR the next day. I'm in the office with HR and 2 other idiots and they said I failed the drug test I took over a year ago. They didn't answer any of my questions on statue of limitation, I even offered to take another test. They put me on paid suspension telling me not to contact them, they would contact me. The nerve of those bastards! So I go home and start focusing on my dads memorial service which I didn't put in any vacation time for and packing to move. I waited and waited then they finally call me 1 time 2 days before I leave for Boston. I didn't answer because I didn't want to be bothered with it, I would deal with it when I got back. I get back from Boston and 2 days later I get a call from my friend OUT OF STATE telling me I'm out of a job. I call my team lead and this bitch, well let me tell you what the bitch said.
TeamLead: Hi well the news we got back from HR wasn't good, they sent out an email and you are no longer with the company...so how can I help you"
Me: Well uhmmmm was anyone going to contact me and tell me? what was I fired for? what did the email say? I find it to be unprofessional that a big corporate business fails to inform an employee that they are fired. I had to find out that I was let go from someone 8 states away!
after all I just said her response was
TL: Who told you? I dont know but I advise you to talk to HR
me: Stupid Bitch dont know shit! (then I hung up the phone)
I call HR and nobody answers and I leave plenty of messages. Some bitch calls me back 5 days later and I tell her whats going on. She tells me she will see whats going on because she knows nothing about the case and will call me back. That bitch still hasn't called me back! So now those bitches still pay me and I am free to be me.
Shackled by the corporate captivity called work I lost myself and some more pieces of my sanity. I put off everything for a job that didn't give 2 shits about me. So glad I'm free so Fuck you and still Pay me BITCHEZZZZ! :-P
I'M FREE! I'M FREE! I'M FREE! FUCK THE MAN! I'M FREE! I'M FREE! I'M FREE!
~ciao.bless~
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Oh what a Night! and tripped out morning!
The night of 11/10/2010 was amazingly crazy, the next morning i was tripping!
Well first it was my friend S.K.I.P's CD release party
This dude is sick to death, such a hard working creative individual. His entity is a necessity for all cultures of music. Hip Hop Rock Funk with mind stimulating concrete imagery lyrics, indeed a must hear and looking at him is a pleasure too.
Swamburger and Divinci from Solillaquists of Sound http://www.solilla.com brought back VOCALIZATION. I love these dudes and their wives, who were in the crowd as well. Rappers jumped on the mic sharing the love of hip hop while Divinci had us head banging to some bionic sounds from his MPCs. Swam kept us hyped all night convicting our souls with insightful rhymes. When I say "Characters Welcomed" I totally mean it. Invitation was extended to anyone in the crowd to speak freely anything they feel you didn't necessarily have to be a singer or rapper and I loved that. I had 6 shots of patron and 4 beers, so i was on my way to where I kept saying I needed to be and that is W A S T E D! I was having a blast recording the event and seeing familiar faces is always a pleasure to me. To support S.K.I.P and his love of music which is sick like the rest of us. I love S.K.I.Ps creativity and his hard work really shows, I'm definitely a fan for life.
I leave with friends and they had to jump the car so ran back to use the bathroom and bumped into my friend Rob coming out of BackBooth. Great he sees me when I have to pee and we have this whole thing when we hug its just this thing we do lol Love that dude. I talked to him then ran to the bathroom and didn't want to go home yet so I went to Tanqueray's (my spot) to hear some Kaleigh Baker http://www.myspace.com/kaleighbaker , http://www.rockyagirl.com she is awesome! I haven't seen or heard her in a while so I went there and continued my saga of patron shots and beer, yuengling to be exact. Kaleigh is singing I'm talking to random people and seen some more familiar faces, I drank alot so I was going to the bathroom freeeeeeequently.
One particular bathroom trip there's some chick named Erica throwing up in the bathroom stall but not utilizing the toilet so all the vomit was leaking out the stall. I go in the mens bathroom where the urinal was free to pee (what female you know uses a urinal? not this one either) so in the stall a guy is peeing. I'm drunk and having to pee real bad so I go off on the dude like "are you bitch pissng right now?" he says "what the fuck is that?" ugh! he answered a question with a question (pet peeve) so I answer "you have to sit down to pee because the urinal is fully available" then he comes out laughing i go in damn near peeing on myself. I come out and Erica's friend Ashley yells "OH MY GOD SHE'S DIABETIC AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!!" So the good Samaritan in me starts helping out like captain save a hoe! I take control of the situation and get Erica out the bathroom, wash her face and then I washed her bag. Oh my Lord! straight vomit all over it and I'm just going to town cleaning it. I'm looking in it for her meter and test strips, an old bloody strip or insulin any freaking thing that would classify her as a type 1 or 2. So I find nothing, I get her upstairs and Kaleigh buys her a hot dog and I get her water and now I have this tall amazon chick on me that keeps saying "I'm soo sorry you guys" Im asking where they parked and Ashley who is drunk asked drunk ass vomiting ass Erica where they parked. We go on church street make a right and then we made another right, we get by a dumpster and Ashley has to pee. It triggers my 10 shots and 8 beers so now I have to pee ugh! So I go behind the bush and Ashley is basically peeing on the sidewalk and Erica is leaning on this semi wall throwing up. Security came out and we're like "We're so sorry we're leaving right now" I get them to the car which was on the same street as Tanqs so we basically walked in a circle. GOOD RIDDANCE DRUNK BITCHEZZZ! I told them to hang around and sober up before they leave cause that was a bad scene waiting to happen.
I get back to Tanqs just exhausted and I get my beer that the bartender replaced because I dropped it in the bathroom adding more work for the clean up crew SORRY! Kaleigh buys me a shot and I drink my beer being the 2nd to last to leave, that's a 1st. I get a slice of pizza and start walking to Morgans house every 20 steps I have to pee. Im peeing behind bushes down by Lake Eola and praying no one sees me. The ducks are quaking and cars are every so often driving by, it was bad. I was tweeting the whole night and went back to read them #imretarded. I get to Morgans and I think to myself out loud "it'll be funny if the door was locked" HA! I get to the door and its locked and at that moment of when the door wouldn't open after i turned the knob is where the flashback came in a cloud over my head with Morgan saying "ok i'll leave the door unlocked for you" so much for that. Plus the whole time walking to her house I had the hiccups, so I call her and hear her phone right behind the door which I knew she would not hear it but I still called it 8 more times. I walk around to her window and this time I start to leave a drunk ass message while having the hiccups knocking on her window, praying a spider doesn't crawl on me. After all of that I still received no answer. I head over to the neighbors and had to crash on their couch, good thing I knew them.
I wake up by this rude dog slapping me in the face with its tail so I jump up and get in Morgans house. I fall asleep in my godsons bed and a couple of hours later I open my eyes and there's this parrot in my face. Now I'm thinking when in the world did they get a bird and I'm kinda freaking out because birds get tangled in my hair often. I cover my head with the blanket and I know I have never been able to sleep under cover so i cuff it so I can breathe. Let me just say I was wasted and still tripping...thank you. I finally peek out at it and its staring at me, then I go back to sleep and I wake up to really look at it. Its looking back at me still and I start thinking "ok there's no cage, no food or water, no droppings" I jump up laughing so hard because it was a fake bird. That's what I call straight T R I P P I N G!
The rest of that day was just as funny but hey I can tell all, but thats just no fun for me. This is the Misadventures of Novel-T!
~ciao.bless~
Well first it was my friend S.K.I.P's CD release party
This dude is sick to death, such a hard working creative individual. His entity is a necessity for all cultures of music. Hip Hop Rock Funk with mind stimulating concrete imagery lyrics, indeed a must hear and looking at him is a pleasure too.
Swamburger and Divinci from Solillaquists of Sound http://www.solilla.com brought back VOCALIZATION. I love these dudes and their wives, who were in the crowd as well. Rappers jumped on the mic sharing the love of hip hop while Divinci had us head banging to some bionic sounds from his MPCs. Swam kept us hyped all night convicting our souls with insightful rhymes. When I say "Characters Welcomed" I totally mean it. Invitation was extended to anyone in the crowd to speak freely anything they feel you didn't necessarily have to be a singer or rapper and I loved that. I had 6 shots of patron and 4 beers, so i was on my way to where I kept saying I needed to be and that is W A S T E D! I was having a blast recording the event and seeing familiar faces is always a pleasure to me. To support S.K.I.P and his love of music which is sick like the rest of us. I love S.K.I.Ps creativity and his hard work really shows, I'm definitely a fan for life.
I leave with friends and they had to jump the car so ran back to use the bathroom and bumped into my friend Rob coming out of BackBooth. Great he sees me when I have to pee and we have this whole thing when we hug its just this thing we do lol Love that dude. I talked to him then ran to the bathroom and didn't want to go home yet so I went to Tanqueray's (my spot) to hear some Kaleigh Baker http://www.myspace.com/kaleighbaker , http://www.rockyagirl.com she is awesome! I haven't seen or heard her in a while so I went there and continued my saga of patron shots and beer, yuengling to be exact. Kaleigh is singing I'm talking to random people and seen some more familiar faces, I drank alot so I was going to the bathroom freeeeeeequently.
One particular bathroom trip there's some chick named Erica throwing up in the bathroom stall but not utilizing the toilet so all the vomit was leaking out the stall. I go in the mens bathroom where the urinal was free to pee (what female you know uses a urinal? not this one either) so in the stall a guy is peeing. I'm drunk and having to pee real bad so I go off on the dude like "are you bitch pissng right now?" he says "what the fuck is that?" ugh! he answered a question with a question (pet peeve) so I answer "you have to sit down to pee because the urinal is fully available" then he comes out laughing i go in damn near peeing on myself. I come out and Erica's friend Ashley yells "OH MY GOD SHE'S DIABETIC AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!!" So the good Samaritan in me starts helping out like captain save a hoe! I take control of the situation and get Erica out the bathroom, wash her face and then I washed her bag. Oh my Lord! straight vomit all over it and I'm just going to town cleaning it. I'm looking in it for her meter and test strips, an old bloody strip or insulin any freaking thing that would classify her as a type 1 or 2. So I find nothing, I get her upstairs and Kaleigh buys her a hot dog and I get her water and now I have this tall amazon chick on me that keeps saying "I'm soo sorry you guys" Im asking where they parked and Ashley who is drunk asked drunk ass vomiting ass Erica where they parked. We go on church street make a right and then we made another right, we get by a dumpster and Ashley has to pee. It triggers my 10 shots and 8 beers so now I have to pee ugh! So I go behind the bush and Ashley is basically peeing on the sidewalk and Erica is leaning on this semi wall throwing up. Security came out and we're like "We're so sorry we're leaving right now" I get them to the car which was on the same street as Tanqs so we basically walked in a circle. GOOD RIDDANCE DRUNK BITCHEZZZ! I told them to hang around and sober up before they leave cause that was a bad scene waiting to happen.
I get back to Tanqs just exhausted and I get my beer that the bartender replaced because I dropped it in the bathroom adding more work for the clean up crew SORRY! Kaleigh buys me a shot and I drink my beer being the 2nd to last to leave, that's a 1st. I get a slice of pizza and start walking to Morgans house every 20 steps I have to pee. Im peeing behind bushes down by Lake Eola and praying no one sees me. The ducks are quaking and cars are every so often driving by, it was bad. I was tweeting the whole night and went back to read them #imretarded. I get to Morgans and I think to myself out loud "it'll be funny if the door was locked" HA! I get to the door and its locked and at that moment of when the door wouldn't open after i turned the knob is where the flashback came in a cloud over my head with Morgan saying "ok i'll leave the door unlocked for you" so much for that. Plus the whole time walking to her house I had the hiccups, so I call her and hear her phone right behind the door which I knew she would not hear it but I still called it 8 more times. I walk around to her window and this time I start to leave a drunk ass message while having the hiccups knocking on her window, praying a spider doesn't crawl on me. After all of that I still received no answer. I head over to the neighbors and had to crash on their couch, good thing I knew them.
I wake up by this rude dog slapping me in the face with its tail so I jump up and get in Morgans house. I fall asleep in my godsons bed and a couple of hours later I open my eyes and there's this parrot in my face. Now I'm thinking when in the world did they get a bird and I'm kinda freaking out because birds get tangled in my hair often. I cover my head with the blanket and I know I have never been able to sleep under cover so i cuff it so I can breathe. Let me just say I was wasted and still tripping...thank you. I finally peek out at it and its staring at me, then I go back to sleep and I wake up to really look at it. Its looking back at me still and I start thinking "ok there's no cage, no food or water, no droppings" I jump up laughing so hard because it was a fake bird. That's what I call straight T R I P P I N G!
The rest of that day was just as funny but hey I can tell all, but thats just no fun for me. This is the Misadventures of Novel-T!
~ciao.bless~
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