This Is Who We Look Up To In 2009? Really?

It's just a bit unsettling for me to see grown ass women emulating the style of Barbie. As a girl who grew up with a Barbie Dream House, Pool House, Corvette, Jeep, Minivan, and I can go on, I understand the fascination with Barbies. I understand- the bitch has everything and can do anything in stilettos. But so does Kimora Lee Simmons, who insisted on being enterprising instead of just a piece of arm candy for her wildly successful husband. Seriously, have you SEEN her CLOSET? I mean, I'm not tryna knock a chick's hustle because I got a couple of her songs on the Pod, must Nicki Minaj call herself a harajuku barbie? 

And what's with this fascination of Marilyn Monroe? I'm not quite understanding that either. Not when we have stars like Dorothy Dandridge- who had more obstacles to overcome than Marilyn and she was the 3rd African American to be nominated for an Academy Award. Or Lena Horne, Diahann Carroll, Billie Holiday, hell Eartha Kitt! We have so many beautiful, talented, glamorous black women we can look up to- why Marilyn? How about the role models of today? Why are these girls trying to be Nicki? That's what's wrong with these kids nowadays? Lemme stop- cuz I can go on about this- trust me!

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Everybody is Prejudiced?

It's true. I mean, I think I've always done a good job of hiding my prejudices, but working at the hotel reeeaaallly brings it out tenfold. So what brings this topic about? Well remember how I told you that we got robbed? Of course Yolanda doesn't feel comfortable working at night. I mean- the guy flashed a gun at her while the great room was filled with guests, so can you imagine how she would feel working alone while everyone is in their bed? She put up a brave front but the managers were acting like they didn't know why she felt nervous. Yea, they're real assjacks. So Trina is tellin her that she needs to milk the company as much as she can- paid time off and use this as an opportunity to get the day shifts she always wanted. Yolanda does all that and in the middle of negotiations about her day shifts, Trina and Darlene talk. Basically Darlene was talkin out the side of her neck (like always) and Trina had to set her straight (thats my girl!) and told her that if it would've happened to Mel or Leslie, than she wouldn't be reacting this way. Darlene says she's not prejudiced and Trina straight up told her- "Yes you are. Everyone is prejudiced"

 

That was deep. Everyone is prejudiced. Whether its sex, age, race, or social classes, everyone is prejudiced. We already have preconceived notions of other people in our minds and we're constantly encouraging people to prove those notions true. When a walk-in comes to my front desk, the first question I have to ask myself is: Do I think this person will uphold the reputation of this hotel? That question alone is prejudiced. In a world full of gummi bears and lollipops, anybody who walks through the that hotel door with money, should be able to get a room. In reality, if you look suspicious (let that be read as: young/black or pwt/don't enunciate your words/colorful clothes or raggedy clothes with an odor) you're liable to be told that we're sold out or the price will get jacked up by 75% (we're not taking any chances) At first, when they told me to do that, I was a bit flabbergasted. Now, I practice it almost every weekend. Yea I'm prejudiced, because if a cute guy comes up to the desk, he's gettin that room! lol

 

This list WILL offend someone. Sorry

 

THINGS I KNOW FROM WORKING AT A HOTEL

this stuff is true like 62% of the time!

 

• Old people and Middle Eastern Indians WILL haggle you about the prices. This is a give in. Old people will ask for AAA on top of AARP on top of Military. Indians will ask about special rates for Priority Club, or any other affialition.
• Black people WILL ask for a "hook-up" They see a sista girl behind the desk and they want to pretend like we play cousins so they can use my discount? For Real? And will YOU be making my car payments, insurance, and cell phone bills? Didn't think so. You ain't THAT damn cute.
• Middle aged white people are bothersome. This is a broad generalization that works for me 50% of the time. Oh they whine. They whine so much that I have to check my name tag to make sure it doesn't say babysitter!
• White people don't listen! They don't. It's like talking to a brick wall. And if they pretend to listen, which is a courtesy they offer occasionally, they're thinking how to prove you wrong. You can't tell me that I'm not telling you the truth! ALL 4 out of the 5 white people I work with do this on the daily.
• Young people WILL party. No matter what they tell you. Some people will come to the room and bottles (and kitties) will be popped. I don't care all that much- as long as they pass the bottle! :p

There's more but I can't quite think of it now. What are you're prejudices?

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Things That Are Greater Than (or equal to) Good Sex

I know my posts have been a bit....drab, so let's have some fun! I was chatting to the sis during a commercial break of Gossip Girl (because talking during Gossip Girl is FORBIDDEN. I have properly trained all friends and family- including the dog- to not disturb me during the show) I got an electric blanket that is pure HEAVEN. I told her that having that blanket is almost better than sex. She laughed. So here we go:

THINGS THAT ARE GREATER THAN OR EQUAL TO=> GOOD SEX

My Electric Blanket: Nice and Toasty

Pralines & Cream Ice Cream from Baskin Robbins: YUMMY

A Steamy Book Written By Risque, Mary B Morrison, and/or Zane: They go into such detail that you feel like it's you she's writing about. And as a bonus- they're really creative so it definitely gives you some ideas

Finding Good Deals on Clothes and/or Shoes: 'Nuff said

Good Food: The Flying Biscuit or Steele Creek Cafe has some good, homemade comfort food.

I'll probably be using these things more than I care to. I have a lot of things I need to do and I can't afford any distractions like a nice hard body with a talented tongue and an extra stiff *ahem* What are some things that you believe are greater than or equal to good sex?

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Mommy Dearest, I Am Pouring My Heart Out 2 U

Love my mama, always have, always will. But at times- I really can't stand that heffa. Lemme try to explain our relationship- without the sad violins, lol.  This is a VERY long post, seeing as I have a lot of things to get off my chest. Sorry, but until I find out if my benefits will cover therapy, you're just gonna have to ride it out with me.

Living with her for those 8 years, was the most unstable period of my life. We were constantly moving around, I was subjected to her JACKASS boyfriends (who, 95% of the time, were married or already had a main chick) but I never really said anything. I lived in my own little world with my barbies and books and hanging out with Tony. If it wasn't for Aunt Toni and Tony, I seriously don't know WHAT my childhood would've been like. It seemed like my mom was hell-bent on drinking and partying even though she had me and my younger sister Che', who has Down's Syndrome. When she realized that having both me and my sister was cutting down on her partying, she shipped me off to my father in Atlanta when I was 7.

I truly felt like an only child there. I mean, up north I was SURROUNDED by family! Everybody who saw me knew that I was "Lil MikeMike" and knew what the deal was if they tried to mess mith me or my family. In Georgia- it was just me, my dad, and his eternal fiancee Cookie. Cookie had a big family so I got to do things with them, but most of the time I was tagging along with my dad and Cookie. In and out of studios. If your parents got divorced when you were young, you know how it is. You long for the parent that you're not with. And that's what I did, spent time thinking about how different my life was. During the summer I went to visit my mom, but she had a plan of her own. I remembered thinking that something wasn't right. I wound up doing 3rd grade in Easton when I should've been back in Atlanta. I didn't realize that, technically, she kidnapped me. That would explain why in the middle of 3rd grade we moved to Virginia with my cousin. Eventually I got back to Atlanta, and after that incident I only went to Easton if Aunt Toni handled the arrangements.

But even after all that craziness, I still missed my momma and I wanted to be with her. She would disappear out of my life for months at a time, call and apologize, and promise me it will get better. And then disappear on me again. She had me TWISTED y'all. She will tell me all these things, things she wanted but she couldn't do, but had me believing every one of her exaggerated stories. I seriously thought that she would just swoop on in and get me again. Time and time and time again she just let me down. I got used to it and kept on trucking, thinking that I didn't really have any family on my side and I was just being. (I'm sorry, there goes those damn violins! Lemme get them to stop)

After high school, I decided to try and repair my relationship with my mom and go live with her, taking some classes at a community college. That was a RUDE awakening. She had me thinking that she lived in an apartment with a roomate. In all actuality, she was living in a shelter (a really nice one owned by nuns) with 2 other roomates and their kids. It was set up like a dorm. There were 3 rooms (each room had a small bathroom and 2 beds) 1 full bathroom, 1 computer/play room, a big living room/ dining room/ kitchen area. The nuns had curfews and rules and chile, it was a mess! I stayed there for a hot lil minute but I had to call Aunt Toni and tell her to come get me  (my mom doesn't have a license nor a car) . She told me I can house sit while her and her kids went on a cruise. While they did that, I happened upon a job opportunity. I continued staying with Aunt Toni once they came back, and I successfully ignored my mom's phone calls while trying to figure out the mess I got myself into. That all changed one morning when my mom stopped by Aunt Toni's one morning with Che'. She asked if I could watch my sister because she's being arrested on forgery charges and violating her probation. Yes, my mom went to prison y'all. I think it was only for a year though. I was too through! I felt sooo embarassed and didn't want to call my dad just so he can say "I told you so" But with my tail between my legs and my equilibrium thrown completely off, I went back. I didn't speak to my mother for like 2 years.

I just accepted her for what she is *rolling my eyes and shaking my head* a drama queen. So before I go up there, I always call Aunt Toni so she can tell me what's REALLY going on. Bless her heart, she want things to be picture perfect and she spends her time trying to portray herself as something she is not. I just get so tired of her lying to me. I went up there for Thanksgiving to spend time with her and Che'. Instead I had to deal with more lies and her manchild hubby. I got a chance to tell her how I felt about some of her decisions, but I know it's no good. She needs to change her mentality and be more receptive to other people's opinions. Whatever child. Let's just say that this therapy session is over. I got a damn headache now.

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4th Quarter: Final Stretch

Don't worry, I didn't forget about you guys! Between working non-stop and working on my paper, I didn't have much time to go into details. So here we go:

The day after Thanksgiving, we stayed in our jammies and headscarves, and acted like lazy cows. It gave Uncle Sherman the perfect opportunity to show off his 'man room' with the reclining leather chairs, flat screen hi-def tv, and surround sound speakers. We started off watching a Lifetime movie (which is usually forbidden in the 'man room') and to make up for the chick flick, we then watched Taking Pelham 123 (which was a GREAT movie) and Blood and Bone (another good movie with a YUMMY star)

Saturday was more productive. We went shopping and later that night Tony picked me up so I can go to the bar with him and his friends. Yea- ya girl got twisted. Tony is versatile like me- we can hang out with white or black people and have a good time. That night we went to a hole in a wall- pizza place in the front- sports bar in the back- place where I can count on one hand how many black people were in the severly packed building. Okay, I'm exaggerating. It was 6 black people. Not lying. They had a live band playing music that puts you in mind of those famous teen movies of the 90's. You know, kinda like pop/soft rock. I bought my normal bar drink- Malibu Sea Breeze (orange juice, cranberry, and Malibu rum) and in case you were wondering- my club drink is Sex on the Beach and my restaurant drink is Margarita or a Daiquiri.

So as I was sitting on a stool and sipping my 2nd drink, I couldn't help but to think about that Katt Williams Sketch.



Yea- I do have the most random thought pattern. So I befriended some people and my cousin, being the ultimate cock blocker he is, was watching my moves. Even while he was twisted off those Bud Lights. I was chatting with a guy by the bar while I was paying for my tab and I placed my hand on his back. Next thing I know, while my back was turned, Tony is approaching this guy and saying something to him. IDK chile. Tony is one year younger than me but he always act like he's my older brother. Even when I used to come to Easton for the summer during my high school years. I had to hang out with my cousin Lynette because Tony didn't want me hanging with his friends and if I was able to hang out with them, his friends wouldn't look twice at me (except for Twan *flutters eyelashes*) Later he told me that was because he told his friends off the gate to not even try it with me. Alas, I digress. He will NEVER change.

I wound up going back to Dover with my Grandma so she can take me to the train station the next day. So Monday morning she wakes me up at 7 in da morning so we can walk a couple of laps around her neighborhood. She may be my grandmother but that didn't stop me from looking at her like she was crazy and whining about not getting my beauty sleep. She told me to get my lazy ass up and put on something warm. So after putting on my sweats, shirt, hoodie, and accessorizing with a hat and eye boogers, we did 2 laps around the neighborhood and one lap around the lake. The final lap we made a detour to the Wawa. I HEART WAWA. Oh, how I love Wawa. I got a yummy breakfast sandwich and some butterscotch krimpets for the train ride.

My trip back home was filled with a lot of emotions. I didn't even tell you guys what happened between me and my mother. That's another post all in itself. But I'm glad to be back.

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Maaaaan! We Got ROBBED!

Yes, I'm okay! It happened before I came in for my shift. What freaks me out is, if it wasn't for me taking that vacation- it WOULD HAVE been me! I work every Thursday, either 3-11 or 4-12, and it happened around 8ish. Because I took off last week- I've had to do night audit last night and tonight in addition to doing it on the weekend so that saved me.

Apparently it was some dude, came a little bit after our Sundowner reception when the great room was still busy. He came in, with a gun, and asked for the money in the drawer. Unfortunately the new girl was at the desk, along with Carmen- who just got finished working the sundowner- so she had to go through the ordeal. She seemed to be okay when I got in, hopefully she'll come back!

Whoo Chile!