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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Checkmate


So a funny thing happened Sunday. I attended a Sweet 16 dinner for my cousin. I thought it was Saturday and I didn't really feel like going, I love you dearly Birthday Girl, but I didn't feel like going. So when Sunday rolled around I thought I was off the hook, until my mother (her godmother) called and reminder me. Thank MA!...At this point, I was truly unprepared. I didn't have a gift or know what I was going to wear. Luckily my hair was done from the night before so that was taken care of and I had about 3 hours to get ready and buy a gift. Being the intelligent woman that I am, I decided it would be a good idea for me to get ready then go and buy her gift. So I'm driving to the Mall having already decided on getting her a clear lip gloss from MAC cosmetics. I would of preferred to get her a lip gloss from Bobby Brown cosmetics but time was of essence and I could not make the trip to Neimans. I thought being that the Birthday Girl is a teenager and into name brands, she would at least heard of MAC.

Anywho...the juice. I go to the closest Macys to me and I walk into the store to search for the MAC counter. So I'm looking at signs to direct myself to the Cosmetics Dept. I find it and the 1st person I see is this girl I use to work with at my previous job standing in front of one of the sale counters. I see her out of the corner of my eye, seeing me and turning to face the counter. I think beside her face her body would be the second give away to her identity. She has a very peculiar shape. She would be described as one of those women that has a slim waist but huge, gigantic hips. They truly mess up her shape and make her appear bigger then she really is. She was wearing black slacks and a blue button down shirt and this tells me that she works here. This was probably why she didn't want me to know it was her.

Background info on black slacks and blue shirt (BsBs)
Well, when I 1st started working in my dept at CV, she was the only person in my age group that was working there. Now she was holding done the fort before I started there and I guess she felt that she was doing a good job by herself. I can respect that and I could understand her being somewhat stand offish. I was also black, also intelligent, and also attractive, in short I was competition. Her position was never in jeopardy and as friendly as I tried to come off, I was seen as the enemy.
In a situation like that I didn't try to win, luckily I worked out of another dept and made friends over there so I didn't worry about her so much. I was professional and even tho at times I wanted to give her a piece of my mind, I didn't and did what I had to do. When I left I didn't feel the need to pretend that we were good friends and trade contact information as if we were going to stay in touch. I left a envelope with some materials I had for hers in her mailbox and that was my goodbye. I could of throw them away when I was cleaning out my office, but decide that wouldn't be right even after all the games she tired to play.

----------------------------->Fastforwarding back to MACYS---------------------------->
So she is a Macys girl. Not that is a bad thing, but being that she was at a job making more money then that even tho she didn't have a degree, Macys' is kind of a step backwards. So I walk up to her and tap her on the shoulder.
"HEY BsBs"...I thought that was you, didn't you see me?
Hey girl, how are you doin, how are things going?
"Oh, things are great".....I have good job and making more money then when I worked at CV
oh really, that is good to hear.
"Thank you"....so what have you been up to and how is your son? Are you still engaged and going out clubin all the time?
oh my son is doing good and I am still engaged and planning my wedding.
"Okay, well it was nice seeing you".....By the way, can you tell me where the MAC cosmetics counter is located. THANKS! bye! :)

That was sooooo bitter sweet...if it happened that way. I wish! I am way to humble for that. When I realized she turned around to avoid me I didn't want to embarrass her any further, so I walked pass her and asked another sales lady where the MAC counter was located. I brought my purchases and slightly glanced in her direction when I was walking out to see if she was still there. The only enjoyment I got from that whole thing was getting an opportunity to call a friend of mine who also use to work there to find out the scope on when and why BsBs stop working there. Which I still have yet to find out.

Damn, I wonder what frame of mind I would of been in to go through with approaching her like that. I term it as my "I don't give a fukk right now" frame of mind. Its the point when I don't want to be pleasant and polite and want to vent. I still don't think I could of acted out the plot I wrote above, simply because it would of been demeaning, but if the shoe was on the other foot I don't expect the same. She is lucky I'm who I AM, BUT.... that would of been real devious of me if I did do that.
I would of definitely errand my demon points that day...lol PURE E-VIL!!!! I guess the moral of the story is not to take ppl's kindness for weakness, you never know what situation you could kind yourself in or the fire someone can lay into you when you are already low. BsBs I say checkmate!

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