Hey Ya'll...I'm back!!!! Sorry, but your favorite black chick on the job has been, um, off her job with Blogger because some ish just never stops!
By 'ish,' I mean the minutiae of life that keeps coming, and coming, and coming, and coming some more.
Overall, this little Cocoa's Monday was SUPER!!!!!!!!. Well, okay, not really, but ya can't tell me that it didn't make for a nice thought...
Anyhoo...it's now Tuesday and guess what???
TUESDAY'S TIP IS BACK!!! Woo-hoo!!! Excellent!!! Right On!!! Hot damn!!!
So, you got the hint.
TIP: Paychecks and Poonanny Do not Mix!
While threats of layoffs, terminations and some of fierce competition for promotions and other office perks remains at an all-time high, giving up the bootay should nevah be considered acceptable means to securing a (better?) position on the job.
As I've said before, people in my industry are quick to whore themselves for a dollar, but we can't help it! There's money all around us. So, I honestly think it's tough for everybody to stay "good," especially considering the only thing greater than the number of horny geriatric whitefellows and Viagra prescrips at my job is the number of Black folks' resumes passed up by H.R. every year (I know...whole 'nother post!). Yet, the eagerness of my managers to go Kizzy, coupled with the apparent stacking of the cards against my race, doesn't give this Cocoa the greenlight to start poplocking the coochie for my very own corner office, P-Touch, and spankin' new set of retractable Sharpies.
Besides, that kind of stuff only works for people in the entertainment industry and in the movies. Sheee-it, I know...I'm laughing right now, too...
But, for real, Grandmama Cocoa is tellin' ya: keep dem legs crossed. Case in point: I have a 30-year-old girlfriend who once faced the threat of a layoff UNTIL she started messin' round with some manager from her job worth a lil' bit of change (read $256 million).
Now, granted, she probably now makes it through the work week with very few - if any -wrinkles in her day. Yet, I wonder if losing a few proverbial wrinkles in her schedule was worth all the physical ones girly now has to, ahem, stare down (up close???) because said manager is pushing 62 years old!!!
And like my grandmama always said: Ain't nothing in life for free...ya betta watch it!