i love when celebs do that “do you know who i am?” thing.
most of the times,
they aren’t as popular as they think they are.
well today a baller wolf came into the office and i didn’t know who he was.
google is my best friend…
so fast forward a little.
i came home early.
it all started after that cold ass -0 day in the city.
its either from that or my sick coworker who was spreading germs everywhere.
my head is stuffy,
i can’t breathe,
my chest hurts,
and i’m coughing off and on.
my boss decided to send me home early to get some rest.
i didn’t want to,
but she said it would be fine and was a pretty slow day.
thank god for the pharmacy section at duane reade.
anyway i usually cover the receptionist’s desk when she goes to lunch.
they want me learn the ropes of working at the desk.
so there i was chillin,
feeling like my head was gonna blow up and explode,
when this HOT wolf walked out the elevator with some vixen.
i mean he was FINNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
everything from his height,
to his nose,
to his complexion,
to the “i know he looks solid” with his shirt off.
something was telling me he was “someone” because the aura he was giving off.
so i got myself together on the outside,
because i was a nervous mess on the inside.
plus i didn’t want to start coughing and all that extra shit.
they were there for a meeting.
couple minutes early.
i noticed when he walked up to the desk,
he was staring at me something serious.
“hey how are you doing?”
“i’m fine, thank you.”
i smiled back and went back to looking back at the computer.
i’m sure my outside looked like i didn’t give a shit.
i am terribly shy + i am sick.
“what you want me to do?
i’m sorry!” – jay-z
not to mention she was standing there as well.
right in front of him like she peed on her territory.
i didn’t know who she was,
if she was fuckin him,
and if she would catch me giving this wolf the “eyes”.
not that bold.
plus i didn’t want to look as awkward like i was feelin’ so i fell back.
as SOON as they went inside,
i got my ass on google so fast.
i found out he was a baller wolf of a major nfl team.
not new yawk.
he isn’t as popular as others,
but he isn’t a bench rider.
i guess that’s why he looked kinda disappointed in my lack of enthusiasm.
all the mailroom wolves knew who he was instantly.
they were being extremely extra,
trying to get pictures and all this other shit.
“nah he aight!
he ain’t that serious.
i’m not a fan but i’ll get a pic tho.” – one said,
still acting like a groupie.
as they were doing alla that,
i left shortly after.
when i walked past the conference room to the bathroom,
he looked directly at me,
did a slight head nod,