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This is the place where I come to bitch about things that are bothering me. I have always been proud of the fact that I am not a big bitcher and that I never brought my work problems home with me, or my home problems to work, but its just getting to the point where I need to find an outlet for this pent up anger.
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December 16th, 2002

This morning I woke up to the true meaning of Christmas Spirit. I got up and got ready for work like on any typical Monday. I went out to my car to warm it up before I left for work. It’s dark as hell outside so I couldn’t really see inside my car. I sat down and started my car. I glanced at the passenger side doors and noticed that both front and back doors were unlocked. I know for a fact that the last thing I looked at the night before were those 2 doors to make sure they were locked. My eyes immediately went to my stereo, which was initially blocked from my view by my big fuzzy steering wheel cover. My whole console where the stereo used to be was ripped out, broken in half and there were wires where my lovely Pioneer CD player once sat. Immediately I freaked out. I started breathing heavy and getting scared. Tears were soon rolling out of my eyes as I realized what happened. I turned the car back off and got out. I slammed the door, and as doing so, the trunk popped open. Oh My God… not the speakers too!! I didn’t really want to look, they were gone. My 2 12” Rockford Fozgate subwoofers were gone. The box that once took up my whole entire trunk, was taken from me, leaving me a nice cleaned out trunk, wires dangling from the back. From the trunk they also took my 2 5” speakers in their original box waiting to get installed, but left the original Hyundai stereo that was laying beside the speakers. Something I kept in case I ever sold the car. I slammed the trunk and walked back inside the apartment. I’m knocking on the door and my friend who’s place I was at was in the shower… not hearing me knock. I paced back and forth crying not knowing what to do. I called my mom, that one person who has all the answers. She told me to call the police. Finally my friend got out of the shower and answered my loud knocks that I’m sure the rest of the building heard at 6:30 in the morning. I called 911 to report it and the operator took my number and told me a police officer would call me back to file a report. CALL ME BACK??? Not dispatched out to me?? What the fuck!?! I’m pacing… smoking…. Trying to calm myself down. After what seemed like forever (10 minutes) he called me back. I told him everything and he gave me a report number and told me I could pick it up in 5 business days. No one ever even came to the complex. Lazy fucks.
I got myself together and made myself get back in the car to go to work. Life must go on. As I’m trying to turn onto a busy ass street out of the complex… I see that my blinkers no longer work… while ripping my CD Player out, they tore some more stuff too… I finally get there and call my mom and have her come down to look. The first thing she asks me is what about your CD’s? I didn’t even think to look. All my junk in the backseat still looked the same, my photo albums, clothes, jackets were all still there… so I didn’t even think about those. I looked all thru my backseat, under my seats, 3 times over, the case was so big, I couldn’t have missed it if it was there, but I really didn’t want to believe that they were gone. Who in the hell would want my mix of Sarah Mclachlan, Dixie Chicks, Justin Timberlake, No Doubt, and almost ever female singer you could think of?? All of my Brian McKnight collection, all of my 2Pac, all of my Outkast (every single one they have out), all of my Jay-Z. It took me YEARS to aquire all these CD’s. Now I get to go thru all their cases I just packed up and throw away all of them that were stolen. After I write it down of course… they can’t hold me down. The case held about 150 CD’s and it was overflowing. I told my mom I could have went a couple of weeks without knowing that my CDs were gone too.
I call my insurance company to file a claim, giving me some kind of hope that I can at least get my dash fixed, since it was dangling from wires. They send someone out to see me. This herb looking guy straight out of Kansas shows up and assesses the damages to my vehicle. After almost an hour of him going over my whole entire car he tells me that we have a small problem, not a big one. He said that since the speakers (the big box and the 2 smaller ones) were just sitting in my trunk and not bolted down, that they were considered personal property, along with the CD’s, something they don’t cover, but that maybe homeowner’s insurance would. SMALL PROBLEM??? Nah Herb, this is not a SMALL problem, the speakers were the most expensive of all of it. They were 179 per speaker and 185 for the box! Then he tells me that the damages to the dash and the CD player’s total come out to $267 well under my $500 deductible, so to make it short, Hope received $0 from her insurance company! After work I was fed up. Too many people told me those dumb “you shoulda’s.” You shoulda took your face plate off. You should brought your CDs in the house. Hell my ass shoulda been in Newnan where I leave my doors unlocked and my keys in my console and no one bothers my shit. But what the fuck good does shouldas do me now?? So shut the fuck up!! To add insult to injury, when I got in my car to go home, I pulled my visor down to block the sun, and realize that they also stole the CDs (including holder) that were on my visor. All the new CDs I listened to on the regular. I started screaming at no one “Did you have to take every God Damned CD I had??? Couldn’t leave me a fucking single one!!” They even took my fucking change from the ashtray and my last pack of Newports. They left my husbands Army ring that was hanging from a chain from my rearview mirror (something that would have been in their way while they were stealing my CD player) It’s obvious these were teenagers or young not so adults trying to get themselves some quick cash for the holidays at someone else’s expense. What I don’t get is, of the Hondas, Infinities, and SUVs parked around my car… why mine? It’s a ’99 Hyundai Accent, THE cheapest car around… what in the hell would make them think there would be ANYTHING in there worth stealing???

SIGH
I guess that’s my gift for the season from reality. This world sucks and people just don’t give a fuck anymore. If they don’t have what they want, they just go steal it from those who work hard every fucking day.


If you would like to donate your no longer listened to CDs, giftcards from local music stores, or even just $1 to help me get started again on my collection I would be greatly appreciative! weallpinkinside@hotmail.com


9/13/02
Maybe its becuase its Friday the 13th, or maybe its because I have been naive for way too long. I have grown up my entire life believing in the fact that all people are created equal and that all people should be given the same amount of respect regardless of whatever differences from me they have. Sure there have been times where I've said some things about people in a bad way, and yes I do have certain stereotypes that I carry around, but today I found out... all too well I might add... that not everyone is as passive about people's differences as I am. There are actually people out there who hate, and I can't emphasize HATE enough, other people for the simple fact that they are different. I've dealt with name calling, I've dealt with the looks and stares, but when someone outright threatens me becuase of it... it scares me.
A few months ago I had a group of teenagers in their SUV scream out "Fat whore" and "fat bitch" try to run me off the road, and throw things at my car, for no reason. I did not cut them off, I did not swerve in front of them, in fact they were in the lane beside me... I did nothing to provoke their behaviour, but yet something in their mind told them that it was OK to treat people this way.
Then today, I'm at work, working on my computer with Yahoo Messenger logged in and minimized. I get these messages from these girls displaying their true hate for any non-white people. ss_princess88: A fat white whore who lists interracial and bi-sexual on her interest list?? You nasty cunt, i am in georgia too and god help you if our paths ever meet
ss_princess88: nigger loving whore
ss_princess88: unlike you i dont do drugs, i look like a crack whore??? i rather look like one than suck nigger dick trash
ss_princess88: awwwwwwww did i stump ya??? you arent on my level and NEVER will be, please choke on a ring ding and do the world a favor and die
ss_princess88: jealous of you and a coonoid??
ss_princess88: take I-75 TO EXIT 222 THATS THE JODECO ROAD EXIT OK..... MAKE YOUR TO THE RAMP, TAKE A LEFT GO OVER THE OVERPASS GO DOWN ABOUT 6 MINUTES TO BRUSTERS ICE CREAM TURN RIGHT THE NEXT LIGHT IM AT 295 CHARLESTON DRIVE BLUE HOUSE WITH WHITE SHUDDERS AND 3 GERMAN SHEPARDS IN MY FRONT YARD, IF YA DONT LIKE THEM I HAVE 3 ROTS ALSO

Then her friend decides to IM me also, obviously the 1st girl tells her that I am harassing her, which is far from the true story:
luckyirishloves2drink14: hi
luckyirishloves2drink14: why don't you fucking pick on another white girl you fucking nigger loving fat ass mother fucking race traitor
luckyirishloves2drink14: she's white....unlike you she's not a race traitor who fucks niggers
luckyirishloves2drink14: im proud of who i am.....i don't hide behind niggers like you....does he beat you i bet he does....because you know where he's from it's well known that niggers beat there girls
luckyirishloves2drink14: how can you marry someone that looks like a munky....do you like those munky lips suffocating your face everytime he kisses you?
luckyirishloves2drink14: i bet you do.....ewwww thats disgusting if you ask me


Needless to say this is just children playing on the internet with nothing better to do with their lives, but I looked at the first girl's profile on Yahoo and saw her list of interests... and clicked on one of them... it listed thousands of people with the interest "White Pride and Racism" That is very scary. Needless to say, that is probably there venue to get out their anger, as most of them are too scared to actually do or say anything in the real world if my husband and I were to walk passed them kissing. These people have so much hate and them and their hate does not hurt me, do you think I go to bed at night worrying about what they think of me and my life decisions?? HELL NO!!! BUt the funny thing is... thats what their life is consumed of... things they can't change and hate in their hearts. That hate hurts them and them only... This world will continue to blend and soon there will be no pure race... and its almost there now with the exception of Asia! LOL...

5/31/02
I got my review from my bitch ass boss the other day. on a scale of 1-5 she gave me an overall 3. To me this was ludacris! I so expected a much better review than what she gave me. I mean, I got a better review LAST YEAR than I did this year, and the "problem areas" she had with me were things like knowledge of my job and reliability. This is so funny, becuase just half a year ago the regional director for the western region decided that Hope (Of All People!!) should head up Payroll for 2 other offices including her own. Now why in the hell would you give PAYROLL to someone who has no clue what they are doing or are unreliable??? Answer that one for me...

I think my favorite was was the 3 that she gave me for attendance. I call in too much and I am late. I get here at 7:30 every mornin, give or take 10 minutes when we are only required to be here at 8. I probably have been late oh, twice in the past year due to traffic, and if you live in Atlanta, you would understand, I mean damn, I do drive a dedicated 42 miles ONE WAY to work everyday! Calling in too much? I checked the sick call log and whoa, look at that, Hope has called in 3 times in the past year, and 2 of those days were consecutive becuase I had the flu.

Some tell me I should be happy that the Regional Director called yesterday and told her my review was unacceptable. He knows what kind of work I do, he sees my numbers every month. He told her that reviews were a time of reflection and praise with concentration on the future and if any, problems that need to be worked on. He made her redo my review. It's still not the point. The point is I am not appreciated at all here. I absolutly love my job, the work that I do, the challenge my work offers me, and the joys of knowing that what I do everyday signifigantly affects how our company and more importantly the Atlanta office, flourishes. The people in this office tho, they really gotta go.

I am tired of dealing with redneck racists and those snobby ass people who all think they are better than the next person. Let me say something here, YOU AREN'T!!

People, if you are someone's boss, take time everyday, every other day, once a week even, to tell your employees at least 1 thing positive. Give them a reason to want to come back to work. If all you can do is bitch at someone for what they do wrong, then office moral is gonna be very low.

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