Sometimes you snap.
Sometimes was today.
I was having a conversation with a manager and Little Bookman gets all up in the middle of it. Bruh, no one is talking to you. Seriously, I haven't said more than two words to you since July. Shut the hell up!
So, my manager said the words that a pissed off woman loves to hear: angry, black woman. Then Bookman laughed and hell was unleashed. Turned to Bookman and said: "Wasn't Nobody Talking to you!"
And I know, this was horrible grammar, syntax and the like.
So the manager tells me to come here, as if I was his teenaged daughter.
I replied, "I am not your child and you won't talk to me as such!" Grammar back in tact. Then I walked into Wonderland and packed my shit.
I didn't quit.
Unfortunately, I'll be there in the morning.
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