it's share time.
i've come to the conclusion that i just keep it far too "real" to ever succeed in an office.
nay! it isn't about being real... it is simply the following:
i wasn't breed or trained for the office life. as i child, office was never something i played . i played games involving fake money, breaking the law, morphing identities, jumping in leaves-water-flowers-etc, playing in my parent's closets, writing on checks, making menus and food for family. NEVER OFFICE.
i would be a better bankrobber than receptionist.
i think queen latifa put it best when she said, "i ain't a bitch, i'm a ho"
and although that may not be true for her any longer, it speaks to me
i think
my lip is healing nicely - despite the bits of pain and swelling. it's sort of surreal and foreign still but i am loving it.
instead of my standard dancing (drinking...etc...) i went over a friends for a fabulous walk and talk night. we had quite an adventure just sitting on a bench. a man in an "eat spam" tee shirt kissed our hands and another offered to draw us while talking about the values of education, musing about my lip ring, and salivating over my hair... all while speaking at approximately the volume of a small mouse
my hair has been distracting crazies for awhile. i guess i've been living with a hat covering it for long enough.
but seriously
i liked the defenses my street thug/urchin look provided. last night and today (particularly today) i had to deal with cat calls from cars and "ooh honeys" that made me walk faster than i thought i ever could without running or falling.
i still feel fluid but i realize i'd forgotten what it can feel like to be treated as a woman walking down the street
number of flip offs given aside i came into work feeling a euphoric high that came from walking like the wind, heart pounding and brain knowing that i can handle myself
that i could take it or leave it
that i can dance the pants off anyone
that i could throw down in a minute
that i'm self righteous and happy and going to work untouched by everything except the sunlight.
nay! it isn't about being real... it is simply the following:
i wasn't breed or trained for the office life. as i child, office was never something i played . i played games involving fake money, breaking the law, morphing identities, jumping in leaves-water-flowers-etc, playing in my parent's closets, writing on checks, making menus and food for family. NEVER OFFICE.
i would be a better bankrobber than receptionist.
i think queen latifa put it best when she said, "i ain't a bitch, i'm a ho"
and although that may not be true for her any longer, it speaks to me
i think
my lip is healing nicely - despite the bits of pain and swelling. it's sort of surreal and foreign still but i am loving it.
instead of my standard dancing (drinking...etc...) i went over a friends for a fabulous walk and talk night. we had quite an adventure just sitting on a bench. a man in an "eat spam" tee shirt kissed our hands and another offered to draw us while talking about the values of education, musing about my lip ring, and salivating over my hair... all while speaking at approximately the volume of a small mouse
my hair has been distracting crazies for awhile. i guess i've been living with a hat covering it for long enough.
but seriously
i liked the defenses my street thug/urchin look provided. last night and today (particularly today) i had to deal with cat calls from cars and "ooh honeys" that made me walk faster than i thought i ever could without running or falling.
i still feel fluid but i realize i'd forgotten what it can feel like to be treated as a woman walking down the street
number of flip offs given aside i came into work feeling a euphoric high that came from walking like the wind, heart pounding and brain knowing that i can handle myself
that i could take it or leave it
that i can dance the pants off anyone
that i could throw down in a minute
that i'm self righteous and happy and going to work untouched by everything except the sunlight.