Jul
24
So earlier this week, one of my male co-workers received the notorious pink slip. The actual releasing of employees was not totally foreign idea because there has been multiple announcements that corporate was coming down hard on upper level management to let about 500 employees go by a certain date. One could possibly argue that us employees who are low on the totem pole should have been well prepared for the event. However, one would be wrong. Despite the numerous warnings, it is always an extremely sad scene when a person gets fired for "political" or "financial" reasons. Homie getting fired was exceptionally sad because he was dragging his feet with the super frown and he looked at every one of us who survived the last wave of elimination as if we were to blame for his hard luck.
As I said before, the above stated events were somewhat expected...not what happened next:
At six o'clock, my department carries out our daily routine of logging out of all of our systems, leaving the building to celebrate our freedom from the tight corporate shackles and rejoice in the last few moments of sunlight. My boss and I, having a conversation about her ex boyfriend whom works as a cop in baltimore, are walking side by side exchanging quotes from the movie "police academy." After walking through the revolving doors and exiting the building, we become blinded by the sun beaming his bright ass face on ours. Then I see a red glare come across my eyes and hear my boss scream. A bit of what seems to be her blood drips on the ground outside of the building and we all take cover assuming the worst (aka bill cosby finally got fed up with us "niggahs" to the point that he decided to take "making a change" into his own hands). As we all retreat in shock, I look across the street to see my former co-worker running away at full speed cheering and pumping his fist in celebration of his successful hit. Just picture a slightly over weight niggah in an all black outfit wit a bb gun (that has a phucking red beam on it) in his hand rocking flip-flops.
1st:
Why are you shooting a woman that was your boss an hour ago? You're a prime suspect should anything happen to her aaand should anybody be able to identify you at the scene of the crime, SHE HAS ALL OF YOUR FRIGGIN INFO!!!
2nd:
Why are you wearing ALL black? Its like 6785642811615545 degrees outside and yo fat ass running in all black? I know you musty. Get yo stankin ass some deodorant!
3rd:
Killas don't rock flip-flops period.
Ask Cam...flip-flops never get computers 'putin
So after sharing this with you, I have one question for y'all stankin asses...how far would you go/have you gone for revenge?
~Da Vinci the Verbal Arteest
