Poetry (Kinda) Wednesday: Cube Flu

Negrobola. Foot in Hoof & Mouth Disease. KIDS. Cube Flu. Something will get ya. You ever say something like, "This job makes me sick!"? Well, I am beginning to think that my job really does make me ill, I know I am the illest chick on the planet, but I'm not talking about that kind of ill, (See, the job has me delusional!) This is a conversation that we are trying to evolve into a poem or something, so you can see the process (or lack thereof) that we go through to write our ridiculous poems and blogs. So here ya go party people!

Alise: You got any sick days left?
T 2U: naw, you know we stay sick
T 2U: and currently i'm sick again, and my coworker say she got the same symptoms i got
T 2U: the cube bug
Alise: that is about as deadly as the daycare bug
T 2U: lol
T 2U: nasuea-from seeing stupid shit
T 2U: headache-from processing stupid shit
T 2U: chills/fever- from budget cutting the thermastat
Alise: carpal tunnel from imaginary & real bitch slapping
T 2U: lol
T 2U: sounds bout right
Alise: no, your headache came from banging your head against the wall and mine from hitting the ceiling at my job
T 2U: ha!! Cube Flu!
Alise:that would make a good poem....
T2U: word!
Alise: ...we need some more symptoms
T 2U: coughing undigested BS
T 2U: alergic to BS- sneezing
T 2U: vertigo- seperation of logic and common sense from actions has created a topsy-turvy world
Alise: i like the vertigo line, that's hot!
Alise: Ignorance makes me itch
T 2U: rashes and shit
Alise: hee hee....

Yeah, we got issues, we know this, but y'all reading it so y'all are just as crazy! Thanks for reading, we appreciate it!

Random Thursday

This is your Georgia rooted cubicle crusader reporting from the field (my cube). I’m here, in an antibiotic haze, dutifully giving my commentary on this day of randomness and peace. I am convinced that Georgia is trying to kill me. You’re probably wondering how an entire state, who could care less about some lil black girl, be conspiring to kill me? Well this is how, (mind you I’m still hopped up on decongestant and antibiotics) I’ve been struck down, once again, by some crazy sinus throat infection type shit. This shit is so special that they had to send my culture away to a super lab and have it tested 3 ways south before giving me my results. I’m still waiting. In the meantime, I’m to take our super bacteria killing antibiotics, for something they cant identify, and a thick, red matte colored cough syrup, that doesn’t stop my cough. All of this really sounds like I have a cold, and I perhaps should not have gone to urgent care like I did, however, let me take you back to the last time Georgia put a sneak attack on me. Long story short, I almost went toxic on…the icky stuff our body tries to push out of our noses. I was put on the wrong kind of antibiotics and had a sweet case of vertigo. A sista lost quite a few pounds during that time in her life. I no longer wait shit out. And as sinus related infection go, I’m still groggy, still cloudy, still disoriented, and I’m surprised I’m able to type this stuff up. Tomorrow is going to be funny when I read this and am like wtf? And now I’ve completely lost track of my point.

Time to hit submit!