Don't Push Me

"Don't push me because I'm close to the edge, we're trying not to lose our heads."
-Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five- “The Message”

This statement has never been so true for me than it has been lately. The problems that I've been experiencing have been ongoing for a few months now and quite frankly I'm tired of them. The Diplomat in me took note of the problems and hoped most or all would be resolved by management. When that didn't occur I took diplomacy to another step and voiced my concerns with my co-workers to see if I was the only one who had a problem; I wasn't. After that we brought them to management. After months of waiting on management's excuses, and them telling us to "grin and bear it" and to "stop whining" and "bend over and take it" (all real quotes) I decided to take it a step further.

First and foremost, I haven’t bent over and taken anything since my last butt whooping by my parents as a kid and I'm not working for my parents right now and I'm damn sure not taking that from anyone else. When an office full of people voice a concern and you choose to ignore it and your response is to shut up and deal, you're asking for trouble; trouble in this instance being me. I'm not going to mow down the office like a disgruntled postal worker or start stealing things (other than pens and post-it's) in protest. I'm going to have the talk with the management above the immediate supervisors because they obviously don't have our backs the way they say they do.

Secondly, for those of you who know me, you know there are several sides to me. The business side, which is all about getting the job done; the playful side, which still pulls pranks and cracks jokes; the family-man side; the quiet reserved me and The Rottweiler. Now don't mistake the "numerous sides of Clinton" as a cry out for help for my schizophrenia or multiple personality disorder. We all have different sides to us and my therapist said that if I take my meds everyday that the voices would be quiet. (I kid, I kid LOL!)

Real Talk, we all have different sides to us that we show/hide depending on the situation and the crowd. Some people only bring their hoe side at night or with their significant others, some people are hoes all the time (no disrespect, when I use the word "hoe" I do so interchangeably with men and women). The point is, is that it's not always imperative or proper to show everyone every side all the time.

The problem at hand is that when I show the reserved side people who don't really know me take it as a sign of weakness. I'm far from weak and don't make the mistake of taking my situational meekness as weakness. Just because I don’t tell you I’m angry or bust out of my dress shirt like The Hulk doesn’t mean you can’t get it, because you most certainly can. I’m tired of the B.S., the backstabbing, the gossiping, the scheming, everything and there’s only one straw left that need be placed on me before you break this camel’s back and I’m forced to show my hood (305).

In conclusion, I’m one of the nicest people you’ll meet and will bend over backwards for friends, family and co-workers. But for those who don’t fit into any of these categories and choose to Push Me, there’s an ugly side I’m sure you don’t want to see.

I hate to end this post on a negative note so I’ll say something positive. I love all God’s children, some a little more than others, and I will continue to go to work with a smile on my face and as much joy in my heart as I can muster during these dark times. What God has ordained NO man can change! Stay Up, Stay Blessed!