After the shitty week I've had, the word of the day is leisurely.
I've cleaned the bathroom. Put away the clean dishes that were in the dishwasher, and about to empty the sink of the rest. Cleaned out Kitty's litter box, and I'm dying over the grey as I type.
I read a little of my book, and will probably finish it before bedtime. It's afternoon already, but a few more household chores will be done, including making something for dinner before the day is out. All at my leisure. What a beautiful word.
Why have I had such a shitty week?
A newish girl at work, at the next table over, overheard me say the word 'nigga' as I relayed a story to the coworker on my immediate right.
The story was about how my son called me 'nigga' the week prior in my kitchen in a conversational tone. I was shocked when he called me this, and told him not to use such language. How someone might take it personally, or badly. My son tried telling me how everyone at school used the word, but I didn't care.
The girl at work was indeed upset after hearing such a word at work, and told management. Which, I cannot blame her. I felt like shit thereafter, and to this day, I'm not entirely sure why I said the word out loud. I mean fuck. It's just fucking laughable at the end of the day. An exhausted, eye rolling laugh. When I told my son about this he just said it wouldn't happen to him because he's half black and he laughed, and laughed. -_- I had to laugh, too.
I've cleaned the bathroom. Put away the clean dishes that were in the dishwasher, and about to empty the sink of the rest. Cleaned out Kitty's litter box, and I'm dying over the grey as I type.
I read a little of my book, and will probably finish it before bedtime. It's afternoon already, but a few more household chores will be done, including making something for dinner before the day is out. All at my leisure. What a beautiful word.
Why have I had such a shitty week?
A newish girl at work, at the next table over, overheard me say the word 'nigga' as I relayed a story to the coworker on my immediate right.
The story was about how my son called me 'nigga' the week prior in my kitchen in a conversational tone. I was shocked when he called me this, and told him not to use such language. How someone might take it personally, or badly. My son tried telling me how everyone at school used the word, but I didn't care.
The girl at work was indeed upset after hearing such a word at work, and told management. Which, I cannot blame her. I felt like shit thereafter, and to this day, I'm not entirely sure why I said the word out loud. I mean fuck. It's just fucking laughable at the end of the day. An exhausted, eye rolling laugh. When I told my son about this he just said it wouldn't happen to him because he's half black and he laughed, and laughed. -_- I had to laugh, too.
The girl quit after working an hour the next day, then came back a few days later, and is still not speaking to me.
-_-
Fuck.So, I'm taking it easy today. I've beat myself up enough.
*EditI must state the fact that I apologized to her
that day, just before she left. I told her I was sorry, and that it want not malicious. I guess my apology was not good enough
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