What Happens Now?

I wonder what affect this will have on Black America. Will we continue to make excuses about being held back? will our boys finaly grow u p into decent men and not thugs? Will dead beat Black Men cotinue to be deadbeat? Will our children stop dropping out of school and learn that education truly is the key? Will Black Parents start being parents and stop running the streets with their children? Will Black on Black violence still happen. Will we still destroy each other over material items or will we start dying for true causes that provoke serious changes? Will we stop selling ourselves to the highest (and sometimes the lowest) bidder? What happens now, Black Americans?Willl we show our children that true power and wealth is not just being an entertainer or an athlete? True wealth and ownership comes from ownership within and not by being owned.Will we continue to promote Generational Poverty as the thing to do & be. Will we stop tearing down our children by not supporting them (financially) in their creative endeavors and blame it on not having any money, only to turn around and bring home a new pair of Jordans, some Roc-A-Wear jeans and a flat-screen television?

What happens now, Black America?
I want Blacks to realise the value in each other positively and not negatively. I want people to see that hard work and patience can you places that easy dope money sometimes dont always take you. I want our parents to stop promoting our children into an illegal lifestyle for fast money, and not beat them down when they take the 9 to 5 job just to make an honest living.
Why is that we'll support the negative, the destructive, the ignorant, the stupid and the moranic, but we wont life a dime, a dollar and a finger for something positive. I want better for my Black People, and for them to stop making it so easy for other races to look down on us. Stop giving them the ammunition for their guns of hate. Stop providing the bullets of ignorance that we shoot ourselves with everyday.

What does it say about a man who has four kids, from four diffferent women, and he's not even trying to take care of any of them. Obama has two children from ONE woman, his WIFE.

Why is it so cute for a 13 year old to be having a baby? Then we get upset and mad when we see the child parading the child around as if she were just a mere babydoll...We grow our children up too fast in the black community, then we point the finger around when that child starts doing grown things. You cant make someone be an adult when you want them to be an adult ie. when we need them to keep the younger siblings or run the house, but want them to stay in a childs place.

What Happens Now, Black People?

I want our teens to stop getting pregnant, our men to stop making babies and criminal records before the age of 16, our grown men to realise that they are now grown men and not grown boys, to stop calling each other Nigger/Nigga, to stop letting a Rich Brooklyn rapper tell you when to be a grown man, our boys to stop idiolizing rappers and athletes, our rich athletes to act like grown men, our children to be just children. I want us to realise that just because there's one of us in the White House, doesnt mean it's an excuse to party it out for the next four years. It doesnt mean he's about to "look out for a brotha" for the next four years and "hook a brotha up." I want Blacks to stop becoming the main stereotypes & statistics, and to stop creating more stereotypes and statistics. I want change for the better, do you?

Today is Christmas Day!!! Can you really believe it!!! I cant even believe this year is almost over. It seems like it just started. Wow. Anywho. I did some hard thinking, and I came back to what I started out wanting to do.
So this year is all about pushing my envelope and not being afraid to fall off the edge. I've always had a piece of me that does radical things, and felt the fear of what I did after it was over. Thats how life is supposed to be. You jump and when you land, thats when you start getting scared about what could have happened. So this year is about jumping. Which means, if my jumping takes me out of Atlanta, and moves me to Los Angeles then so be it. If thats where I need to be to complete my circle and do what i need to do, then thats where I need to be.

I feel so out of the loop and like I missed out on so much these past 3 years, that I"m walking around not really knowing where to start from or where to start at.

Adulthood got in my way...

You'd never think that becoming an adult, and establishing myself as an adult would get in the way of my becoming, but it has. I sat and thought today about how and why I am where I am, and not where i started out going. I should have been on another path, but i chose the establishing of my adulthood road and figured that it would take me also down that same path-and it hasnt. I've spent the last 3 years, simply working to create a stable system of living for myself- paying the rent, and the bills, and the usual suspects of living and life, but in doing so, it has gotten in the way of me wanting to become in my career. I could have never jumped on any career path to what i want to do, and still had a stable life, there's no way possible. Today, i just realized that on my road to set up some stablility and my adulthood, it got in the way of my career and me living my life as a freebird...

The Mean Reds...

Today is just one of those days, where i have a case of "the mean reds." I haven't been getting them about work anymore, but i have been getting them whenever it comes down to my career-life. I saw a commercial for Australia and the one thing that stuck out to me is this line "sometimes it's when we have to get lost to find ourself." or something like that. I figure thats what i've been doing for all these years past. So this month, this month right here of December, i have to snatch & grab on it. I have to come up with some sort of Plan of Action for 2009 and I really have to stick with that plan. No bullshitting around. I've missed out on so much, just b.s.'in around...

School Girl Crush...

Who would have thought this album, would be by far, one of the best albums (in my humble opnion) of the year?! Yes, it has it's cheezy song moments, but there are actually some good songs on this album. Now all I need is for New Edition to come out with an album, and then I'll have my Yin & my Yang. Anywho. buying this album, gave me an incredible School Girl Crush on that beautifuly delicious Donnie Wahlberg. Ever seen a man with a natural swagger? Not that over hyped rap swagger, but a seriously natural swagger? Donnie W. has it (so does Mark, but I had to recently release Mark W from my *Beautifully Delicious Men* contract, due to recent findings). Anyways, I am truly upset and mad that I did not attend the Atlanta concert, (more on that later). Anywho. I bought the album, right, and people gave me all this noise about "oh you buying that album?" What's that all about? It's music, and its good music. And if you're an open-minded person to which music moves your soul, then you'd have no problem with it. Anywho. This is actually a very nice album. I cant listen to it that often, because then I start having *cough cough*dreams*cough cough* about DW (the kind of dreams, you'd probably see on HBO after 2 am-speaking of which, i actually saw something on a show on HBO that I want to try with you Donnie {if you're reading this}). The funniest/cute/oh my god/i cant believe it/but it sounds so damn good moment(s) on the cd are when 1) Donnie raps on "click click click" and 2)he refers to himself as a "brotha"...as in "can a brotha" on "Put It On My Tab"... I can do without hmmm maybe 3 songs on the album (i'm just not that into Lady GAGA), but I CANNOT do without "Full Service" the NE & NKOTB song...(interesting reading = Donnie's liner notes)...anywho...thats just my thought for the moment...right now...

a whole shift, though???

so. today at work...the most interesting thing happened...there's something to be said about a co-manager, who has the ability, to not just piss off, 1 person, or two people or 3 people on a shift, but the whole damn shift?
So here's another cautionary tale of the "Blue & Khaki Commission"...
When I got to work tonight, i just expected it to be another regular night (since i'm working overnight now)..i expected to go to work, and do my regular monday night job.. which is bascially. not to let any b.s. bother me, because on tuesday night & wednesday night, i'm off...now let me say this first. working overnight is actually, fun as hell. the job is the job, but the crew i work with...talk about some unity...and some fun...you'll come in sane, but you'll leave out crazy...that's if we let you leave..anywho...
So tonight starts off with me and my coworker, discussing some freight and the co-manager walking up on us...he walks off and then the assistant manager comes back and tells us, he told her, we were just standing around "chit-chatting"....*idiotas*...then he goes into the toy department, pisses off that associate, comes back to our department and pisses us off some more. then he goes over into the hardware department and pisses off that associate, then he goes over to the domestics department, pisses her off...and its like he's just hopping around the store..pissing folks off...so we did what comes natural to us..we banded together and got the numbers of the company's corporate ethics hotline...and did what the worker's in my store, always does, when faced with assholish and difficult management...we called home office on his ass....
How is it possible to piss off a whole shift though..??

...checking in...once again...

So....here I go again, checking in to my blog...

Memoirs of a *Blue & Khaki* Geisha...

So thats what i'm starting to write about. memoirs of a *Blue & Khaki* Geisha. i got the name from a guy i work with, when i told him i was writing a book and thats what he came back and told me i should name the book....funny, but thought provoking...

its been a helluva long time since i really came here and did some seriouls writing and posting. but going through all these blog sites and reading everyone else's. i guess i can come back here n there and see whats the deal and whats what.

every now and then, i'll make post entitled "memoirs of a walmart geisha".... or should i say "memoirs of a blue & khaki geisha"...?

well..damn..seems its been almost an entire year since i've came across here...so i might as well sign back in and start re-posting my thoughts online for noone and everyone to read...anywho...since this year has brought in some changes...i figured i'd change my lil spot here around every now and then...

be back later...

Adventures in Retail Management...

So here goes another post about my adventures in retail today a customer comes thru my line ready to check out. she lays everything on the counter and i begin to ring it up. now after i've rung everything up, she walks off to go look at something else. 6 minutes later while i'm standing there waiting for her to pull out payment for what she purchased and move on in her day (and mine also), she brings another outfit up to my counter and says "put this back, i dont want it. ring this one up." Now shyt like this is what i dont like. dont wait until i've already desensitized your items and folded them up and put them in the bag to go, to come back and tell me you dont want it. so with a small piece of attitude and some silent rage, i took outfit 1 outta the bag, threw it on the back counter and voided the items outta the register and re-rung up the new items. Now, just outta the meanness of my own heart, i left the sensors on one of her items on purpose. ...so what have we learned today folks? dont piss off the cashier. yea i was wrong for leaving the sensor on her clothes, but she was dead wrong for making me ring all that shyt up and then voiding it out and the re-ringing it up.
the things i hate about retail, or rather, working in my store. jackass customers...yesterday i almost cussed out these two damn west africans for bullshitting in my store when it was like 5 minutes til closing-and thats another damn thing. what in sam hain makes you lollygag around all damn day and then come shopping in the store about 4 minutes before closing and then say "oh i just need to get one thing...just one thing" and then you end up looking around my store well until 15 minutes after closing and then giving the sorry ass excuse "i know how ya feel. i know ya'll ready to go home." well whore if you knew that, then why are you keeping me here 20 damn minutes longer than i need to be? everyone at one point in their life needs to work a retail clothing store job. you'd humble yourself seriously...

tomorrow....
the evil sneaky shit i tell customers when i dont want/feel like helping you out...

Adventures in Retail Management...

I work for this plus-sized clothing store, whose name i wont call (we all know why-you get fired), and i'm an assistant store manager there. There are three management positions within the company - The Store Manager, who i'll label as A, the co-manager who i'll label as B and the lowly assistant store manager who i'll label as C. The associates, we'll just assign numbers to.

Now, I've been a ASM for about eight months now, and this position aint shyt. It's just really a babysitting the store position. Now i admit, i do like being an ASM and i do like controlling things and running things and keeping things in order, its just the people i have to deal with that beat me down and kill me everyday.

So everyday i'll set a list of rules for what you should and should not do when you are a customer in my store, and also, i will start discussing the customers that come in my store...maybe you might figure it out, the store where i work, and maybe you wont. in any event, i wont be revealing where i work....