fuck yo' candle.

Nothing brings the mean out in me quite like work.

A co-irker - the smile-in-your-face, psuedo-soccer-mom, pill-popping, suburb-dwelling, crappy-candle-crappy-makeup-crappy-handbag-crappy-diet-drink-party-having, "you're-different-than-other-black-people-Goldie" kind of co-irker - threw me under the bus one day. In turn, I set the record straight with those involved (I won)+threw away some funky ass toxic-ladden candle she gave me for Xmas one year that had been sitting in my desk for months. She was a bad seed+I didn't want her bad juju near my stuff.

I remember tossing it at the end of the day+thinking the cleaning folks would dump it out. Through some fluke, they didn't toss it+co-worker, having peered into my rubbish bin (for whatever reason) asked me a few days later how I liked the candle that she'd given me.

She knew I tossed it because it was the first time we'd talked since throwing me under the bus+I'd kept her shitty candle stuffed away in my desk for MONTHS.

I told her I couldn't find it...

Morals of the story:

• Don't let anyone that isn't your people tell you that you're different than your people. Ever. This isn't pertinent to the story, really. Just don't let people talk to you that way.
• Don't take candles from bitchez. Candles are lightweight dumb home accessories anyway. I mean, have you ever been at someone's house+they have a dusty ass candle sitting around. Why?!
• Keep your shit straight so that bitchez can't throw you under the bus. Document, document, document. Do your work to the best of your ability. And then leave work at work.

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[Bellakeda]

:D I feel ya!