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     Social media ruins lives…
No, really!  We say and do things on Facebook and Twitter that we would NEVER say out in the world and especially not in mixed company.  Sure, people are quick to brag how real they are in real life, but these are undeniable facts, you just NEVER are as much of what you claim, or perhaps even think you are on the social networks.

     So what does this have to do with anything?
Thanks for asking!

     Friday morning, I got to work.  Got my coffee together, ate my breakfast and settled in at my desk with my music player and earbuds.  I’m listening to my music, minding my own business.  Hard nipples on a cool fall morning A coworker comes to my desk to small talk, hell it’s Friday – payday even.  I guess I will play along a bit.

Hard nipples Coworker: “What’s up, Phillip?”
Me: “Not a lot, getting in here about to knock this day out and roll on for the weekend.”
HN CW: “Any plans?”
Me: “Nah, I been busy as heck all month, I am going to actually relax for a minute.”
HN CW: “Wish I could, I got [stuffstuffandmorestuff]”

[Phlip note: y’all know I hate small talk, right?]

Me: “Nope, maybe breakfast and a haircut tomorrow, nothing much more”
HN CW: “Sounds…  Boring”
Me: “I can live with boring, I got too much happening half the time.”
HN CW: “I couldn’t tell, you’re usually pretty chill over here.”
Me: “I know, I work best quiet with my music, I come up for air when I need it.”

By now, we had been indoors long enough to remove one MAJOR distraction from this conversation, staring at me slightly cross-eyed as I was seated and she standing right in front of me…

CW: “I wish…  With my kids, if ain’t no noise, there is something wrong or everyone is asleep.”
Me: “Haha”
CW: “You okay though?  You don’t even ‘come up for air’ much lately.”
Me: “I’m good…  Busy as all hell, but I am as good as I ever been in spite.”
CW: “Good, good…  That’s good.  What’s going on, what’s on your mind?”

And it was RIGHT here that my mind took leave of the real world, and I was on Facebook for that moment.

Me: “Shit, I’ono…  Titties?”

She didn’t look shocked or anything like that.  To me, it was innocent as far as SHE was concerned, she excused herself to make some coffee and I turned back to the project I was working on.  Friday continues and is seemingly completed without a hitch.

Monday arrives, I get dressed and go to work.  I log in at 8am, I sit and continue chipping at the project we’re working on, music in my ear and everything.  A normal day, right?
WRONG!!!
I gets an office message from my supervisor saying that she needs me to come into the office.
I take my buds out, lock my computers and walk into the office, wherein I find the cross-eyed nipples coworker from Friday, my supervisor and an HR representative who never even comes back into this room despite his own office being only 30 feet away.

     Fuck you, Facebook, fuck you indeed.
Apparently, my unchecked “titties on my mind” response was not so innocently received as it was when delivered.
Or perhaps I need to get the fuck off the internet until I have my filter properly back intact.

     Why am I telling y’all this?
It’s simple, see…
Today is Thursday, October 26th.  Wells Fargo will want $694 from me to cover my mortgage on this coming Wednesday and I am now without employment…
I am not snaring the ad money from this blog that I would like to in order to cover such an ordeal.  I am asking y’all for some assistance.  On Average over the past 3 months, True Story© gets 83 viewers per week.  Each reader to paypal me (that is a link) $8.40 or share with people who will would in their stead be more than welcome.
Help me out, people!


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