i have a question for the foxhole.
Why did my boss tell 2 coworkers they could stay home today,
leaving deadlines to me and one of my other colleagues?
he is an asshole,
i thought i was the only one thinking that.
i wanted to fight this muthafucka today.
he won’t bring in a temp(s),
but wants us to slave on some sweat shop shit.
so add this one to another day of complete bullshit.
i was sitting in the break room,
minding my business,
when a new vixen to the company walked in and sat next to me.
we not close like that,
but she is cool.
by cool i mean a heavy “hi and bye” type of situation with her.
she always says “good morning” and keeps it cordial.
she is one of those “raised in the suburbs” type of black vixens.
i sniff out a heavy cali accent which told me she is not from new yawk.
so she starts complimenting me on my style and then says:
“you think you can take me shopping?”
“what do you mean ‘take’?”
“dress me up!”
i don’t style females…”
she looked hurt.
she actually looked hurt.
so as she continues with the talking,
she starts trying to hook me up with her random friend.
“he is so cute.
he is soooooooooo your type too.”
i don’t even know her for her to know my type.
“what’s my type?”
stylish and fabulous like yourself!”
she doesn’t even know me,
but like most str8 vixens,
they think we all fuck each other.
they assume you’re gay so they try to hook you up with their gay friends.
my home-vixens who know me never even did this kind of shit to me.
i think the foxhole would know better.
i was moreso blown away i was even having this conversation at work.
it’s one thing if we cool,
but i don’t even remember this vixen’s name!
what if i was straight?
you joke around with these vixens and they get too comfortable.
they think because you don’t fit the norm,
you are like the gays they’re use to.
so needless to say she had me tite.
i ended up walking away from her and going back to my desk.
between her and then my boss shit…