It was January 2004, my manager had been write'n me up for the last three months for dumb shit. First it was for mismanagement of staff. (I authorized overtime without proper approval from senior management.) The second time, I failed to meet the deadline for the monthly cash report which was a regional report due the fourth business day of each month ( Shit, a nigga like me was absent from work on the 3rd business day & I did not stay late the next day complete the task. FYI, I was a salary employee not hourly and staying late was not an option because I was not getting paid extra for it. Feel me.) The third time, my boss wrote me up for not following the company's "Standard Operating Procedures" and not being able to lead a staff of 20 people. (Actually, the organizaton was incompetent not me. When I first got there my department was collecting roughly 1.8 million a month. By time I left, my department was collecting 2.5 million a month.. Nuff said.)
Anyway, shit was crazy up in there but I was cool wit the situation because I knew the real deal. I had inadvertently exposed my boss in a senior management meeting. Thus, I was viewed by him as a problem and not the solution and therefore, I had to go. Straight up, plain and simple. I put my boss out there and from what I heard, it came down to him or me in a late night meeting that was over heard by the cleaning staff. Naturally, it had to me to go. Shit, he had a wife, three kids and a baby on the way. Me, I was live'n single, fuck'n madd bitches, dipp'n in and out of state and all types of shit . I was a grimey dude back then. Plus, rumor had it we was bump'n the same bunny on the job. Actually, she just hit a nigga off in the conference after hours one day. For real for real, I was popp'n two other chick up in the building. Anyway, since my boss had more leverage with senior management, he simply blamed me for the departments misfortune and then he fired me. But I understood and I cool wit it as long as I could collect unemployment. But this bitch ass, uncle Tom ass nigga, tried to get my unemployment denied. Can you believe that shit? He was a true company man and a real dick head to the end. Fortunately, you boy Philly beat them charges like "Rocky" and got paid for six months.
Flash foward to August 2006 and now I'm run'n shit. I'm a director for health care facility in Jerzy and I'm a so called "Big Shot". Honestly, I never let the title change effect me especially when title did not match the compensation. Matter of fact, the title means nothing to me and I actually hate it so much so that I did not change my voice mail greeting from manager to director until six months after I was promoted. Anyway, my department which consist of all black females has been under staffed for the last six months. Two chicks went out on medical leave and one chick went out on maternity leave. So, on any given day for the last eight months, I was short. Right then and there, I knew it was time for a change. You boy Philly was work'n to hard and I had to make a change. The real question was who had go? HMMMMM!!!!
I had two girls in particular try'n to play me like a fuck piano. One girl named Lisa was just an angry black woman. She had been with the company for like five years and had been transfered three times because she could not get along with her boss. The other chick was named Faye. Originally, I was instructed by human resouces not to hire Faye because she had serious a medical condition. Naturally, I refused to listen. Why, I have no fuck'n idea. Maybe because Faye was just sexy as hell. She was petite and had a nice little round fuck'n ass. YOOOOO!!! Faye use to come to work in high hooker red boots, extra tight, short and form fitting skirts. WHOA!! Son, she wore all that hot shit. Plus that "Mack" lip gloss was work'n. I got to admit she was cause'n me madd grief and I wanted to hit that in the worst way and see her "F#CK FACE"!! I was feel'n this chick. But on some real shit, I honestly thought she could do the job. SIKE.... She just happened to meet the criteria which was someone who had a little bit of college experience and would work dirt cheap ($28,000 per year). Actually, nobody else I interviewed would take the job for that amount of change. Thus, she won the job by default.
Faye was very flirtatious, but she was a quick learner who grasped things fairly quickly. Faye only had one problem. She hardly ever worked a full pay period (80 hours bi-weekly). She also always managed to have some "Sabb Story" as to why she would miss work on the regular. Shit, Faye would come to work late, request to leave early or just not show up at all. That's crazy right!! But she did her job very well and hardly ever missed any deadlines. But on the low, I felt bad for Faye. I knew she was a struggle'n young black sister. She was a single parent raising two kids, she had major and on going health issues, and her baby father was recently murdered up in North Jerzy.
What should I do?????
Stay tuned cuz Philly has left the building....