Coworker – “You’re glowing…you must be pregnant!”

Miss T.J.  – “No, I think my skin is just really oily today.” 

Coworker – “Nope, you’re pregnant.”

Miss T.J. – “No, I am positive! I am not pregnant!”

Coworker – “If you say so, but…”

Miss T.J. Interrupting – “No trust me I’m not pregnant” Internally – I just told the woman I am not pregnant and she still yapping.  The one who is pregnant is the “other” one, get it straight.

 

Set-up scene:  Miss T.J. doing work while Christina Aguilera’s current single plays in the background.  A coworker stops in to ask a question, before getting distracted…

Coworker – “Is that the radio?”

Miss T.J. – “Yes.”

Coworker – “I love Christina Aguilera I have the CD. I don’t let many people know that.”

Miss T.J. – “I love Christina as well and I don’t care who knows, the girl can sing.”

Coworker – “Yes, she can sing – But, I would almost never to folks that I like her.”

I just took this quiz and I tend to agree with some of the results, however if I do, then how can I continue to claim my title of "Ice Queen...Cold-hearted Biatch?"


You represent... naivete. So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy at times, but it's only because you're not sure how to act. You give off that "I need to be protected vibe." Remember that not all people are good. Being too trusting will get you easily hurt.

What feeling do you represent?
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Over the past week I noticed so many chivalrous acts…Marines (hmmm!!!) changing a woman’s flat tire, a young person opening the door for an elderly couple, a person offering their umbrella to transport someone to their car and many, many more.  These acts are starting to have me have an optimistic view of the society we take apart of.  I need to rethink this “optimistic view thing” because it might have others trying to steal my title of “Ice Queen…Cold-hearted Biatch!!!”

 

“Hey yo – T.J.!…Well, my boyfriend isn’t getting here until next month and I couldn’t wait so I gotz my party on wit so and so!!! – Peace.” (all said with an Australian accent)

 

I have a feeling that my companies new Australian secondee hasn’t met a Black person before and hence all the slang…but, I still can’t fathom why the need to share her sexual exploits with me.  Do I have the “I need to know your sex junk!!!” written across my forehead?   

Parental Unit (PU): When do you move to your new office?

Miss T.J. (TJ): Next week.

PU: What floor will you be on now?

TJ: The eleventh, it totally sucks!!!

PU: But aren’t you getting a huge window and isn’t your new office bigger?

TJ: Yes to both…but, my window, no I should restate my two huge glass doors that give me a direct view of the men’s bathroom.  Oh, yeah my days will be filled with endless joy.

PU: If you were anyone else you might find this situation appealing, but you’re my daughter so I won’t comment any further.

TJ: Thanks for understanding my absolute saltiness.

PU: No worries! You will be moving to a new office again in eight months and your new window will be of the DC Metro area…so think happy thoughts until then. 

TJ: Hey, maybe I will surprise you and hit on some unsuspecting young man as he needs to go relieve himself and due to the urgency of the situation he may consent…We date, get married, get a slew of kids, and make you the proud grandparent of six. 

PU: Mmmph, you are so not funny.  And I KNOW you…you have no patience when it comes to something new, so it would go something like this:  Good whatever, my name is, oh never mind you suck, I’m going back to work.

TJ: You do KNOW me…but, since you needed to be all smarty-pants about it, I am going to surprise you.

PU: Looking forward to it!!!

TJ: Love you.