Its funny how I can remember a song lyric from 25 years ago..as I’m singing father figure by George Micheal, yet I can’t remember a damn password for a log in that I just created two days ago.
I bought myself a new toy last week. Do I know how to play it? No. Do I have the patience to learn? Hell no. Why did I buy it? No fkn clue. I think it’s more therapeutic than anything. You get to hit something and make sounds. Laugh if you want, but the shit works.
I’ve had vertigo for the past few weeks. Thankfully off and on and not everyday. I have to give it to those who suffer from it everyday. It’s like having a really bad hangover. I wish there was a pill I could take to stop the damn room from spinning. Normally when you’re not feeling well, you can lay down, but damn, as soon as you close your eyes, the spinning sensation comes to play.
I was watching a video about these people who waited in line at a Houston mall for the new Jordan shoes to be released. There was reports of fighting and shots fired, all over a shoe that bares the name of a man that could give two shits about you. Seriously, I could do is laugh. This young generation is so materialistic that it’s sad. I bet if footlocker were to attach a job application to the box, that line would be cut in half. Of course that’s just ignorant of me to say, I’m sure that those in line took the day off from work to get these must have shoes …but who am I kidding?
The one thing I’m grateful for growing up was that my parents didn’t make it about brand names. I remember I wanted those damn Reebok Pumps so bad and my dad bought me Hoops instead which were a generic type of Pumps. Boy was I mad…if I could have said “what the fuck” when I was 10, I probably would have. But now that I’m older, I have to laugh about it. There is no way in hell that I’m paying $100 for brand named shoes for my nieces and nephews. Shit I won’t even spend that on a pair of shoes for myself now. If their parents want to spend that on them, so be it, it’s their money. But uncle Robert just can’t do it. lol
I got talked to at work about the way that I handled a student who was getting mouthy with the teacher. A coworker of mine went to the principle (our boss) and told her that i threw a kid into one of the rooms and held him against the wall. Thankfully, I had three other people there to witness what actually happened. I was not mad that the coworker went and said something, it just shows she is caring for the well being of the student. What I was pissed about was she didn’t come to me about it or go to the assistant principle who is technically our supervisor (chain of command). I’m a confrontational kind of person. If you mess up or I think you messed up, I’m going to you. I know that not all people are like that, oh well.