Professional Complainer
I like things the way I like them. I am particular about my ish. I repeat. I like things the way I like them. Part of liking things the way I like them means I am willing to pay, to ensure that I get what I want, how I want it. I repeat. I am willing to pay, to get what I want, the way I want it.
I go to Sta.r.bu.ck.s often. I’ve been a regular customer for about a decade now. When I place an order I am always polite and always say please and thank you. Always. I say “May, I please have a iced grande skim milk latte. Thanks”, or “May I have an extra hot grande skim milk latte. Thanks”. Now, imagine how I feel when I don’t get that. Let me tell you. I feel upset, however, I am always polite when pointing out their error. When I point out that my drink is incorrect I may say “Excuse me, but this drink was made incorrectly.” Now, the WRONG thing say to me is “No, it’s not. The barrista told me that she made it with skim milk, but if you want we can re-make it for you.” Bitch bye. Don’t tell me you did do something you clearly did not do. I can tell just by LOOKING at it that it is wrong. The color is off. It’s too creamy looking because your ass used regular milk. Also, there is a difference in taste. Stop telling me my taste buds suddenly stopped working. Now, my mom (who calls me the professional complainer) says that I am too exacting and should just roll with it. I say Fuck.That. If I am paying $4+ for a drink then that ish better be made correctly. Every.Single.Time. Of course, I had to write a letter to S.t.ar.b.uc.ks and tell them about themselves and their little fast ass workers at a certain location. Guess who got free drink coupons in the mail. Best believe I’ll be using those bad boys and soon. To get my latte. Made correctly.
Miz JJ
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The Waiting Game
I have been playing the waiting game for awhile with regard to a work situation. Apparently the wait is coming to an end. That means I’ll have to make my next move. I’m nervous, but also very excited. It won’t be easy (when is anything ever easy for me), but I will work it. I will work this potential opportunity like my daddy with a chicken bone. LOL.
I haven’t had the easiest go of it lately at work and it is my own fault. I broke my own (personal) rules about work. I still am confused at how it all happened. Honestly, I sit perplexed at the situation at times. I am not unhappy about it anymore. It no longer makes me sad, but rather reinforces my belief about people, their strength and the real meaning of friendship. All of this to say that I’m just glad that at least one part of this waiting game is almost over!
Miz JJ
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The Arts
I was talking to Mama J yesterday. I was asking her what she and my stepfather were up too when she mentioned that Jamie Foxx was going to be doing a live show and she wanted to go. She was hemming and hawing a bit because tickets were about $100. I scoffed and reminded her that she was paying double that for tickets for us when I was growing up. I remember going to the ballet the Nutcracker every year as a child and adolescent at Christmas time. I reminded her of how we saw Phantom of the Opera three times and my huge crush on Judas from Jesus Christ Superstar and how I’d play Heaven on Their Minds over and over again. How on my 18th birthday we got 3rd row seats to Miss Saigon and how much I cried the first time I saw Porgy and Bess (ended up seeing it three times) and marvelled at the all black cast.
I reminded her of all the shows she took me too (it’s a long list from ballet, to opera, to chamber music, to plays) all of them great, priceless experiences we shared together. I loved getting dressed up and going to theatre with my mom. The arts do not have to be elitist. They do not have to be classified as one of “the finer things in life”. The arts are a passion and one I intend to share with my future children.
Miz JJ
P.S. Not that Ja.mie Fo.xx is the ‘arts’, but it just reminded me of how fortunate (in so many ways) I was growing up.
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Being the Bigger Person
This is a saying Mama J will say a lot which is ironic given the fact that she is incapable of apologizing. The theory is that you can “be the bigger person” and just apologize first, or make the first overture. Now, this was something I was honestly considering the other night (after half a bottle of wine). I was considering an overture and “being the bigger person”. Then I had two experiences in one day that made me realize that was not possible. Now, I could have seen these experiences as proof that I do not want to go through life being petty and evil like *redacted*, however it made me realize that sometimes there’s no point. What’s done is done and constant hang wringing and guilt does nothing to make it undone. Also, I read this:
“Part of being a winner is knowing when enough is enough. Sometimes you have to give up the fight and walk away, and move on to something that’s more productive.” – Donald Trump
Now, I am no huge fan of the Donald, but that quote is the truth. Enough is enough. I am so not interested in this fight anymore. To be honest I never was. I don’t give a shit. I just want to walk away and move on, hopefully sooner rather than later.
Miz JJ
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Newbie
Last night I went to meet the newest member of Red’s clan. Red (my ex-roomie) gave birth to BabyGirlRed early yesterday morning. BabyGirlRed is beyond precious. When I got there Red was laying in bed looking all serene with BabyGirlRed on her chest. I looked at them and when I reached out to touch BabyGirlRed it hit me.
BabyGirlRed is beautiful, but what had me choked up this one thought. This is how we all come into the world. The way BabyGirlRed was right in that moment. Pure, untainted and completely innocent. It’s crazy to me that we go from being that to the all the lies, meanness, betrayal and just general madness. After stroking her incredibly soft cheek, I left wanting to take that with me. Take that reminder that before we become the wrecking machines that simply bash into each other causing destruction and mayhem that we’re that. We’re good. We’re soft. We’re caring. I need to remember that more often because it’s so easy to draw into yourself after every bad experience and vow to never trust again. To vow never to open yourself up and be vulnerable with people. I’ve been feeling that way, but I know now that would just be letting all that other stuff win. And frankly, I prefer when I win.
Miz JJ
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Seasons of Change
Typically, I love fall. I love this season. In my (real) hometown it’s one of the best times of year. Everything about fall in my hometown is gorgeous. Also, it feels like a time of new beginnings. It’s like a metamorphosis all around you, plus you see everything shedding its old skin and getting ready for something new. I’m definitely ready for that. I’m ready to shed and embrace something new.
Change is good,
Miz JJ
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Holidays
So, it’s about that time to start thinking about holidays and it is giving me a headache. The year before last my stepfather really wanted to spend Christmas in Trinidad. Therefore I dragged myself down there and it was terrible. It was soooo boring. There was nothing to do and they did nothing besides sit in the house. I wanted to shoot myself. I was angry and upset the entire time. And when I am angry and upset I like to share that feeling. I was a bit of a brat. I don’t like when I act that way either, which sent me further down a spiral of anger. I vowed to NEVER do that again or be stuck somewhere I did not want to be ever again.
One of the things I dislike about Trinidad is that it is not safe to go anywhere alone and that you are trapped in your house at night. It’s different at Carnival time as your cousins are free to take you out and other cousins are in town and you can roam around as a group. However, for the most part I’m not use to having a chaperone to leave the damn house! Plus, it’s Christmas. I want to go out and see people. Preferably my friends. In Vancouver.
Anywho, I am laying down the gauntlet now. If Mama J wants to spend Christmas in Trinidad she should, but she’ll be doing that with just my stepfather. I am not wasting my $$ to go there and be trapped in that house when I could go at Carnival and have fun, even if that means sucking it up and spending Christmas solo. I’m talking big and bad now, but we’ll see if I can stick with it. Maybe it’s time for me to grow up. Ugh.
Doing what I want,
Miz JJ
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Messing up
The worst part of messing up is hurting someone you care about. It’s hard to lose friends. Even if you understand why they do not want to be your friend anymore. Even if it really hurts. Sorry is not always good enough.
Miz JJ
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Scene at a Hairdressers
I know. I know. I don’t blog enough.
So I was at my hairdressers on Saturday getting my hair did. I love going to my hairdresser. She is so funny. I love her attitude and I love her salon, which is in her home. I love her kids they are adorable and I love her family, which comes and goes while you are getting your hair did.
So I am getting my hair did and my hairdresser and I are discussing a recent episode of O.pr.ah with St.eve Ha.rv.ey. First, I need to say that I am not taking advice from a dude who has been married three times. Seriously, you are an expert on getting a woman, but clearly not an expert on *staying* with a woman. Also, his book was a lot of common sense, but apparently a lot of woman are lacking common sense. Anyhow, we were talking about a lady who was on the show. She was all confuzzled about how to stay a virgin, give up (some of) the booty and gather respect from the dudes she’s dating. I know, she’s trying to hard. You can’t do all those things at once…obviously, but no one was telling her that. Instead they were laughing at her ass on the show. Someone needed to tell her that, if she wants to have s.ex she should just have it and stop wringing her hands about it.
My hairdresser asks me about it and I laugh it off say that she needs to be more secure and stop caring so much about what people think. There’s this myth that men don’t like hoish women. Wrong. Plenty of men try to wifey up hos. Look at Ti.ger Wo.ods and Re.ggi.e Bu.sh to name just two.
I digress. So, an older woman also getting her hair did asks what we are talking about. My hairdresser goes all out telling her older woman about how the young lady on the show was getting dudes to give her or.al se.x, but still claims she’s not giving or.al se.x and wants to know if that falls within the parametres of Ste.ve’s arbitrary three month rule. Then the older woman says the comment that has had my mind spinning ever since. She says “Or.al s.e.x?!? That’s the worst kind.” What the fuckedy fuck?! What does that even mean? No seriously. What the FUCK does that even mean?? I think (and trust me when I say I need to seriously stretch my mind to get to where she is) she means in terms of her being a ‘good’ Christian woman she would never even consider having the dirty, nasty or.al s.ex. To which I say, “You don’t know what you are missing lady”. Honestly, when I hear older woman with such repressive, sex negative ideas I wonder if they have ever had an orgasm. I know it’s kind of gross and to think about, but seriously I wonder if they even have ever had any fun in the bedroom. I mean she thinks or.al s.ex is the worst kind of s.ex. Think about that for a second. I hope nobody tells her about a.n.al s.ex. Lol. Clearly, she has never tried it or she wouldn’t have such a ridiculous and stupid idea. Seriously. And please show me where in the bible it says you can’t have o.ra.l se.x or where it says that ora.l s.ex is bad. I swear Christians are too busy policing the private business of their parishoners with stupid made-up bullshit. Sorry for the rant, but I have been seriously thinking about this for DAYS now. The worst kind of s.ex. That’s some of the stupidest shit I’ve heard in a minute.
I saw Mocha for the first time in forevah a few weekends ago. We caught up and she told me all about that crazy bitch we use to be friends with. I laughed and laughed at all the craziness she told me. My favourite part (and trust me when I say there were many to choose to from) was how she told me the crazy bitch started a blog about her. That struck me as too funny. Crazy bitch has a lot of nerve starting a blog about anyone. She better hope we don’t all get together and start a blog about her crazy ass. Plus, I told Mocha not to worry about it because all people need to do is consider the source. Who are people going to believe? Is anyone really going to believe a sociopathic woman, who has no friends who’ve known her for longer than a six months? I think not. It just takes time for everyone to see the crazy for themselves. Honestly, I learned so much from that “friendship”. But the number one thing is to never trust anyone who doesn’t have any (and I mean not *one* because she’s a crazy bitch) long time friends. That’s some wisdom from me to you.
Toodles,
miz jj
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