"I'm not a racist but I don't want a colored person running my country", my sister says as she slides a tray of spiked plants across the greenhouse table. I picked them up looking at her, befuzzled.
"What???", I say exaggerating the H. I picked up the spikes and set them behind me along with the others. It was morning and the wind was up, knocking the plastic walls againts it's steel pole frame sending hundreds of ice cold water droplets over the both of us. The statement that came roaring out of her mouth was more shocking than the droplets.
I didn't even know how to proceed to tell her about segregation laws considering she'd think I was just preaching to her. Everyone's entitled to their own political opinion I suppose. But that wasnt the main thing that made me want to stop speaking to her for a while.
The plugs came today (tiny baby plants that have a small cube of dirt and roots that you plug into a pot of dirt). It was warmer than the previous days which luckily made it easier to work with weat soil. Tammy and i had hundreds of plugs to plant and a lot of time to talk. Unfortunately i was unaware that she had little sleep last night. She said something that i took slight offense to and i became reserved. My mindless chatter dulled to a mere chuckle of agreement or a disapproving grunt. When she noticed i had been offended she got upset with me.
"You always get mad when anyone says anything bad about you" she says pushing trays of stormy rose petunias back and sliding over a new set of trays. I just sat there pushing the little plants out of their cubicle with my bamboo stick, then placing them in the finger sized whole in the dirt, smiling.
"And i hhhhate the the way you think, you think you can just be lazy and do whatever it is that makes you happy and you'll be just fine." Her voice took on a mother-like tone and her face was twisted with disgust.
I chuckled, but my laughter only ignited fury in the beast as she whirled herself into a bitch calling frenzy. Caught in the eye of the storm I decided to make the most of the situation and make jokes.
"Yessa massa, I's gettin to it. All de plants dey be planted. Please don beat me boss" I said as I doubled my time planting petunia's.
"Shut the fuck up!" Tammy shouts in a extreme manly voice. There was a pause and I felt a bubble of laughter pop within my core.
"fri chikenz?"
She storms out of the greenhouse mumbling under her breath as i sat there with my humor.
But back to my hate for people. yes, I am guilty of calling in when im not really sick. I admit it...I...am a faker (bum bum bummmmm). I like to take a day to paint something or just lay in bed and enjoy being. I'm so sorry that my laziness is so irritating. But what I don't understand is why. If it doesn't hurt anyone for me to not go to work why is it such a big deal? To the boss it may be but to a co-worker? To my sister who doesn't have to do any extra work because of her pregnancy, even if she wasn't pregnant nothing more would be put on her, I know this. And it's not like I tell her I'm not sick or even that im calling in, she has to drive past my mom's to get to work after I should be gone. When she sees my car there she calls and drills me with questions to see if I really am sick.
Indeed I'm sure she thinks she's just trying to help, but my god woman that's not the way to go about things. And if you're so concerned about my work habits why wait to say these things in the heat of hormone town? Why not ask about that when you're asking me why I'm not at work that day?
This is why I am in need of a smaller amount of people in my general region. I like to learn from my own mistakes and not have someone looming over me to point them out when it's completely unnecissary. If my life is spiraling down hill at a fast rate then by all means step in and say a thing or two, but when I'm just wanting to relax one day leave me be. I'll suffer the consequences and you won't have changed in the least.
end rant
"What???", I say exaggerating the H. I picked up the spikes and set them behind me along with the others. It was morning and the wind was up, knocking the plastic walls againts it's steel pole frame sending hundreds of ice cold water droplets over the both of us. The statement that came roaring out of her mouth was more shocking than the droplets.
I didn't even know how to proceed to tell her about segregation laws considering she'd think I was just preaching to her. Everyone's entitled to their own political opinion I suppose. But that wasnt the main thing that made me want to stop speaking to her for a while.
The plugs came today (tiny baby plants that have a small cube of dirt and roots that you plug into a pot of dirt). It was warmer than the previous days which luckily made it easier to work with weat soil. Tammy and i had hundreds of plugs to plant and a lot of time to talk. Unfortunately i was unaware that she had little sleep last night. She said something that i took slight offense to and i became reserved. My mindless chatter dulled to a mere chuckle of agreement or a disapproving grunt. When she noticed i had been offended she got upset with me.
"You always get mad when anyone says anything bad about you" she says pushing trays of stormy rose petunias back and sliding over a new set of trays. I just sat there pushing the little plants out of their cubicle with my bamboo stick, then placing them in the finger sized whole in the dirt, smiling.
"And i hhhhate the the way you think, you think you can just be lazy and do whatever it is that makes you happy and you'll be just fine." Her voice took on a mother-like tone and her face was twisted with disgust.
I chuckled, but my laughter only ignited fury in the beast as she whirled herself into a bitch calling frenzy. Caught in the eye of the storm I decided to make the most of the situation and make jokes.
"Yessa massa, I's gettin to it. All de plants dey be planted. Please don beat me boss" I said as I doubled my time planting petunia's.
"Shut the fuck up!" Tammy shouts in a extreme manly voice. There was a pause and I felt a bubble of laughter pop within my core.
"fri chikenz?"
She storms out of the greenhouse mumbling under her breath as i sat there with my humor.
But back to my hate for people. yes, I am guilty of calling in when im not really sick. I admit it...I...am a faker (bum bum bummmmm). I like to take a day to paint something or just lay in bed and enjoy being. I'm so sorry that my laziness is so irritating. But what I don't understand is why. If it doesn't hurt anyone for me to not go to work why is it such a big deal? To the boss it may be but to a co-worker? To my sister who doesn't have to do any extra work because of her pregnancy, even if she wasn't pregnant nothing more would be put on her, I know this. And it's not like I tell her I'm not sick or even that im calling in, she has to drive past my mom's to get to work after I should be gone. When she sees my car there she calls and drills me with questions to see if I really am sick.
Indeed I'm sure she thinks she's just trying to help, but my god woman that's not the way to go about things. And if you're so concerned about my work habits why wait to say these things in the heat of hormone town? Why not ask about that when you're asking me why I'm not at work that day?
This is why I am in need of a smaller amount of people in my general region. I like to learn from my own mistakes and not have someone looming over me to point them out when it's completely unnecissary. If my life is spiraling down hill at a fast rate then by all means step in and say a thing or two, but when I'm just wanting to relax one day leave me be. I'll suffer the consequences and you won't have changed in the least.
end rant