I Really Hate Drama in The Work Place

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I really dislike drama.

I dislike drama so much that I sometimes don’t even want to go to work becasue I would rather not deal with any of the bafoons in there. Last night had to have been one of the childish acts I have seen in such a long time at UPS. Heres how the story goes…

We started at 9:30 last night becasue we picked up 11 more trucks from the Lexington Hub. Everything was fine and dandy the first 2 hours of the night. I think it was around 2AM I got thirsty and all my Heine Brothers tea was gone so I decided to walk down to the main break room. The main break room has a card reader and as you know, us millennial’s don’t ever carry cash. I picked up a blue powerade and some munchies along with some sweet and spicy peanuts. I made my way back down to my area which is on the other side of the building. I walk fast bobbing up and down so I made it back in no time.

I took a look at my belt which of course backed up but not red lighting, which is a good thing. I ran in and began to clear off anything. I remember I took a look down and saw what I thought was my load stand. I tried to push it back but it didn’t move. I got confused as hell thinking back to earlier in the night if I had two load stands to begin with. I grabbed the fairly new looking load stand and slung it out of the truck . I hurried to clear off my belt and then proceeded to ask my co-workers for answers.

The first person that I asked was little ol bubble butt next door who just so happened to not be in her truck. I spotted her in the back by de-scale chopping it up with Jessica. I briskly made my way over and asked her how long have I had two load stands in my truck. As I said that Jessica and her friend Sarah both looked in surprise and a little bit of laughter. Still confused I asked, “Wait what happened?” According to Jessica, when her and Sarah went out on a smoke break, they saw my supervisor go and grab the load stand that Sarah usually sits on and throw it in my truck.

As I recall, before I even walked back to de-scale to begin asking questions, I ran into Andrew (the supervisor, sup)who played dumb as hell when I asked him why there were two load stands in my truck. Still playing stupid, he kicks the load stand under Stephs belt and walks off.

Anyways, Sarah gave me the full scoop on what happened.

Earlier in the night Sarah approached me asking who is supposed to be doing the Chase truck becasue it was red lighting. That truck is usually done by my homies Daimont and Brandon but since we were short of staff we had to cover trucks that were either getting hit or about too. Chase was slow in beginning of the night but gradually picked up as the night grew. I told her I didn’t know where he was and ran back to once again clear my belt.

According to Sarah she said she went down to the office to find Andrew who was in there eating chips and talking to another sup. Being calm and collect, she told him what was going on then walked out of the office. What seemed like a sheer act of respect turned for the worse when he followed her all the way back talking shit into her ear.

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First of all, How in the hell are you a supervisor acting like a child?! The shit does not make any sense!

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So at about this point, I eventually ran into Andrew who had a mouth full of chips and mumbled for me to clear off Chase in which I did.

Then of course all that other stuff happened and yeah, end of story.

Stuff like this makes me question my presence in the facility. I mean, I am only there just for school but I’m not even doing good at that (Check archive for that). I really hate working with the people there too becasue of the high turn over rate so we’re always getting newbs. Some are cool some are not.

But yeah, work drama sucks.

~ Keep it all smiles

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22 Walking into 2016 like WHAT!

Okay so usually I make a post on my birthday and how I feel like everything has changed and blah blah blah. This year it has been different. I haven’t been blogging as much as I want to, (except for when I re-share booty pictures on tumblr) so it pretty much slipped my mind.

Its been two days after Christmas. It feels good. My birthday was spent well, I drank fine liquor and smoked the best weed. The best thing I probably did on my birthday was record an entire mixtape with my friends. We did that shit in one night! lol

Now that I am 22 I’ve begun to create the steps needed to get myself away from UPS. My father wonders why I don’t go out into the garage and get his carpet cleaning equipment out and start doing that. As I have said before my calling in life isn’t to move boxes and yes I may be a good cleaner but I don’t like it either. Im passionate in creating things and ever since I have turned 22 thats all I have done.

I’m going to keep pushing forward and follow the things I love in life and let them take me where I need to go. Being 22 has been great so far. I’m going to walk into 2016 and show these folks that Afrodamus ain’t playing. haha

Houston We Found Life!

If you don’t know anything else about me other than my skateboarding addiction and new found passion for rap, I love outer space. It all started when I was in High School watching a Stephen Hawking documentary one night. He talked about time travel and just so many fascinating things that dealt with the universe. Ever since then I would go about talking about what I learned from that documentary. My love for space continued through more online research and books I would pick up from the library (which I mostly looked at pictures).

I didn’t take my endeavor in learning about space until I got out of High School and entered college. Around this time I learned about Nibiru and all the crazy conspiracy theories. Discovering all over this catapulting me into how the universe works, black holes, the kuiper belt, and other planetary systems.

Oh, did I also mention that I’ve always had this keen interest in aliens? For some reason growing up, I always thought about life outside of earth. Stargazing as a child allowed me to think abroad and just wonder what was out there. As I said earlier about the whole conspiracy theory stuff, I dug a deep hole into the realm of ET life. The Sumerian gods or also known as the Annunaki plagued my mind and filled it with questions that needed to be answered.

My answers came… well somewhat. When I came across articles about NASA discovering habitable planets I thought “THERES THE PROOF RIGHT THERE!” What made it difficult for anyone to believe is that these planets are so far away. Now NASAs Kepler Spacecraft has found a habitable planet that has been in the universe for at 6 billion years. Thats long enough to sustain and create life. I’m hoping that NASA can get photos of this planet and send them back home because this is a must see for me. For a long time now I have dreamed of other planets and have had crazy thoughts about being reincarnated on one of these planets.

Hopefully more research will surface in the future and we can find out more about this new planet. Maybe they’ll sound out a telescope like they did Pluto?

Coffee Shop Daysss number…?

Well here I am once again in my favorite shop Heine Bros. Got my cup of tea steeping and some sandwich I picked up from the freezer. It’s a mellow day… Yes a mellow day and if you were expecting me to talk dirt trash about the people I see in here you a WRONG!

Okay maybe I lied a little, but there’s this…. Hahaha nah I won’t even say it. But man I miss coming in here for my weekly cup of tea. Like I was telling my buddy Thomas that works at the register, I got sick about a month ago and just stayed in the hood for a few weeks. Then when I got better the break booster went out on my moms car so driving was a disaster.

Now that everything is back in place in trying to get back on my daily routines like going to my favorite coffee shop more often. The past two or three times I have been showing up I’ve seen some new faces. I usually get nervous when I see new people because I don’t know them but it just opens up a new opportunity to meet new people.

My tea and sandwich have arrived so I’m going to delve into the goods. Have a nice day word pressers or random internet trollers!

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Time Will Tell

To start, this may be the very first and last post on the profile. That does depend on whether I like this blogging platform or not. If you happen to see more post that wow, I must really have done something. But anyways I’m here to just ramble my mind off. Ya’ know, get some stuff of my chest. To be honest, there really isn’t much on my mind. I just like to sit down and just start typing about nonsese in hopes to captivate people that are reading. Eventually I get tired of trying to grab ahold of poeples minds and run away onto an imaginary island full of rattle snakes a ghost and try to fight them with a plastic spork. Some battle huh? I would say so. I mean think about it, Me vs Snakes & Ghost. That shit is crazy! I could see it right now, getting the stuff chocked out of me by a ghost and then getting bit by a damn rattle snake. Ain’t that some shit. lol.

Aurora – JYB (Rusty Hook Flip)

So I’m back at it again with another song from my mixtape thats going to drop March 30th entitled Trials and Tribulations. This is the 3rd and final single I plan on dropping until the initial release. I got some good music on the way so enjoy this song.

*Heres a little back story, I hit up Rusty Hook, (The dude that made the beat) and asked if I could throw some lyrics on top of his song. He gave me the go ahead and I did so. This all wouldn’t have happened if my homie Daimont didn’t tell me that I should try rapping on the beat. Thanks to these two folks, I have a banging new song and something to get the new year going with!

Can I Say Hello Jane?

Its funny, don’t even know you but I think about you
You’re on my mind, all the time I’ve even dreamed about you
Could be desire or my lust but it don’t make a difference
Thought about an old lady but your beauty is my witness
Can’t even figure it out, what am I doing dawg!
All I do is look and pretend the room is full of smog
So I don’t think you’re looking, or even try to catch a glimpse
Everything inside my head is fantasy, never real as shit
I gotta stop stalling but I say its too late
I sometimes catch a glance but get scared and just over think
I need to stop acting like a kid and just spit it out
But life ain’t what it seems and the walls begin to pile around…

What the hell is a Wixom?

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. What is it? Better yet what the hell is an “is?” Can we is? Before I get too side tracked on this “ising” aspect, I remember the day when Mr. Wixom walked through the door. He walked in standing tall with a clean shaven head and an atomic wedgie from hell. Just as another terrible human being from this hellish society, I began to judge him, thinking of him as a weirdo and quietly making fun of him in my head. He was dead silent when he walked into the class room, only making occasional heavy breathing noise’s. The eerie silence went on for a good 5 minutes before it was broken by a slightly deep, smooth, and clear radio reporter voice. I was shocked; while making fun of him in my head, I envisioned him having one of those obese fat guy voices. I was dead wrong.

I don’t want to sound like some weirdo, but this man has a beautiful voice and a very astounding love for the English language. For an entire semester his teaching was relentless. He engaged the entire class into casual or argumentative conversations, drilled us on how we should refrain from passive words, and would occasionally slap himself on the wrist for using sexist language. His love for teaching English was rubbed deeply into my brain and is still sitting comfortable inside waiting for its time to shine. The art of writing is beautiful and was instilled by a man who not only can talk in a southern accent better than me, but who is still fuzzy on the whole “Good, Bad thing” (Ghost Buster joke).

I am glad that I took Mr. Wixoms class. He made me love writing. He has given me and entire new outlook on reading and writing, in which I plan to implement more into my life. I want to be the best, become a better writer and make my blog look incredible on the web. The enjoyment and fulfillment just doesn’t stop on this site, I hope to go farther and write for other sites and maybe even columns!

In the end, all of this enthusiasm and ego boost goes to this very weird man named Mr. Wixom. I thank him everyday for the knowledge he has passed down to me.

So what is a Wixom? Well it is just a name, but Mr. Wixom is a knowledgeable teacher with the powers of Obi Wan Kenobe and Master Splinter combined.

Ps, What is “ising?” Can we is? Here, I’ll “is” real quick…….

The End. 😀

Free Writing Pt. 1

Yeah, so now what?

Ya come this far in life and then you come across a post like this.

Well its simple my friends, when I speak you listen and when I listen you speak. There is nothing more here then just a non-finalized way of ending a bad conversation but when you don’t try your best to think about it you get caught up in all the bogus crap hipsters leave out in the road.

I like to sometimes look at everything as a trial and the time you go to bed is the tribulations. I got a funny story to tell that has to do with trials and tribulations but its to long to explain. The point is that when you got one thing to do and you get side tracked, then things get really messy. Like right now.

I would like to think I am sounding smart but in all reality I am not. I am just wasting time as usually just spilling the beans of a worthless human who stands on top of a rolling piece of wood.