fig. 1-1. Yeah....my job.

Best day ever (*fart noise).

Received the 2nd write up (within two weeks) from my son-of-a-bitch boss for basically nothing within my control.

How is it, as a leader, can I be held accountable for something my staff does at 3am in the morning? If they decide to tapdance up and down the street naked smearing their bodies with green jello (which didn't happen, just trying to make a point), that can't be my fault.

My new boss is one of the classic leadership failures "the-beatings-will-continue-until-morale-improves", and has me on a 30 day Performance Action plan...which I, having a dual Master's in HR knows of as the Kiss of Death.

NOBODY ever lives through a corrective action plan. Those things are court documents that show that they "tried" to make things better.

Got an idea bitch, instead of writing me up and tell me what's broke, why don't you be proactive and tell me how to fix it?

F*cking Human Beings.

Dubbya-Tee-FRENCH??

fig. 1-1. Heh?

Blogger fans.

Apologies for the lack of a presence, but ALOT of sh*t has happened and I'm finally crawling my sad-ass out of the depths of despair...(empowering right? ;)

Soooo, let's play catch up bullet style!

• Dad died. (Rest In Peace Dad....you were my greatest hero, and I'm bent on making you proud)
• Uncle...Dad's twin brother died (Rest in Peace Uncle...I love you because you made Dad so happy)
• Received my first complaint from the EEOC (apparently, you cant fire a black woman...EVER)
• Received my first write-up in my entire professional career (yeah, done poorly I might add)
• Started therapy again (weeeee! I made my therapist do a spit take!)
• Tried to figure out this new blogger format!

That all being said, I'm committed to delivering to you my daily rants about all the b.s. that happens in this world, along with shameless pics and stories of women in boots, spandex, latex, and just everything that awesome.

Guess what.....I'M BACK BITCH!

Azurael