Nitadee … she still sayin’

Addendum

To:        All y’all

From:    She who cannot get it into gear today. Well I’mma get MY NEW CAR into gear, but you know … work-wise, I’m in neutral

CC:       …”my playmate {clap, clap}. Come out and play with me …” Sorry. Camp flashback.

Date:     October 20, 2006

Re:        Previously … on “Observations in the Key of Nitadee”

I got an inbox, I got an inbox, I got an inbox hey hey hey hey!

I have a haiku to write as I am attempting to contain my emotions. Don’t you hate it when people don’t use common sense or follow procedure or the Golden Rule? Do unto others. Why can’t people at least remember this before they do anything? I don’t come by your desk putting papers dead up on your keyboard or in your chair or dangling from your monitor.

No. I see you have eyes. I also trust that you have sense enough to do your job and to know when things need to be done. So why you gotta be puttin’ papers on my keyboard every morning before I come in?

See? The shit about this that pisses me off is that you don’t do that mess when you see me sittin’ here; you don’t do it when you know I’m here and I just happen to be away from my desk, so how you gonna make it your little point to have the undeniable gall, the audacity, the datblasted nerve to do that mess so it’s the first thing I see when I get here in the morning?

I know I have work to do.

How?

BECAUSE I’M AT WORK GOT DERN!

Damn.

I am trying to refrain from telling folk where they can stick things that can be securely stuck. This was s’posed to be short and sweet but I done got hot about this bullmess all over again. Anyway, here the haiku. Mug titled as follows:

Use my gee-dee Inbox. That’s what it’s deah fo’

I have an Inbox

which I suggest you use else

my foot finds your tail.

*sigh*

That was hard for me -- to be that concise and pointed with my emotions.

(I wrote the above sentence earlier. Obviously. Ain’t nothin’ about this concise anymore.)

I re-read it and I feel that tension still – the same tension I feel when I try to meditate and breathe, but I realize that my legs just won’t fold Indian style like that yoga lady’s on TV. Only one of my ankles is gonna rest on the side of my knee. The other one will have to make peace with the floor.

Speaking of makin’ peace, back to work. My Inbox is full.

(One last thought – I wish triflin’ people would recognize that I do not like to be trifled with. I wish they’d take their merry little asses on to trifle land or wherever and snuff some damn truffles and be triflin’ amongst their triflin’ little selves.)