The world was always bad. Now it seems to be straight jacket insane. A beautiful 5 year old girl, Shaniya Davis’ body was found today, after being missing for a week. SMH. If that isn’t bad enough, her mother, yes, her mother, was arrested for human trafficking and prostitution of that child. I’m a mother, and even on my worst day with my mini me, I couldn’t fathom putting my child through anything bad. Ever. This makes my heart weep, this story has really put a damper on my day. People really show what is important to them, it was a TT (trending topic) for all of 20 minutes on twitter. But music Monday, Rihanna, and Call of Duty, will stay up all day. I really hope that this woman, and the man responsible get punished to the fullest extent of the law. I’m at work, but I want to go pick my daughter up from school and hug her and kiss her. We have got to do better.

“…a child’s only responsibility should be, to be a kid.” - BellatrixStar

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Now normally, I am a cool, calm person, with an itty bitty temper, but what just happened to me was beyond my control, and I found myself taking actions into my own hands. Picture this if you will:

jamz performed 3 surgeries today. jamz has the flu. jamz didn’t feel like going to the gym, but since jamz wants to lose 4 pounds by V-day, she decided to go. jamz was on the elliptical machine. jamz noticed that there were approximately 9 other machines around her not being used. jamz also notices a woman behind her with her arms crossed, like she was waiting on her. jamz asks “can i help you?” the woman replied, “no, i just want to use this machine.” jamz looks around, sees the 9 other empty machines, and says “ok.” woman walks off for about 8 minutes, comes back. jamz is still on the machine, only 6 machines available. “how much longer are you going to be” asks the woman. jamz replies, another 20 to 25 minutes.” the woman then hops on the machine next to me, mumbling under her breath. “why the fuck are you taking so long?” says the woman. jamz stops running on the machine, and asks “what did you say?” the woman says “nothing” jamz starts running again. the woman says, “that’s why i don’t like black people.” jamz replies, it’s ok, they probably don’t like you either.” the woman then mumbles, “f%^&ing N#@$%ER.” jamz stops running again, this time turning the machine off, gets off the machine, and asked the woman to repeat her last remark. the woman tried to repeat herself, but only got as far as “fuckin’ N, before jamz cocked back and slapped the spit out of this woman. jamz then picks up her towel, grabs her water bottle, and heads to the locker room.

Moral of the story, think before you speak. My hand hurts, but damn if my heart doesn’t feel GREAT.

:)

Don’t you hate when you’re talking to someone on the phone, but they are watching TV or on the computer, and you have to repeat yourself like 20 times?

Well, don’t call me. LMAO

I was in just at Saks Fifth Avenue (yes my favorite store next to Gucci) to return the boots someone bought me that were too big. I get to the customer service counter, and it’s a girl there, probably 17 or 18 working the counter. This was our brief encounter:

her: may I help you?

me: yes, I need to return these…..

her: *cutting me off* you just want your money back, is that right?

me: excuse me?

her: you said you wanted to return your merchandise, correct?

me: what makes you think I came in here to get money back?

her: because everyone buys expensive things, wears them, and wants their money back

me: everyone like who?

her: you know…..people. you said you wanted a refund

me: no….I said I need to return these and get a smaller size, they are a little too big, but you cut me off

her: oh, well have you worn them?

me: *getting irritated* no

her: can I see the boots please?

me: *hands her the box*

her: these HAVE been worn

me: *looked at the boots* sweetie, I tried these on, on carpet, they never touched hard surfaces, I suggest you put those donna karan reading glasses on your head to good use

her: *rolls eyes* well I can’t take them back, they look like they have been worn

me: ok. I would like to see your manager please

her: she’s on lunch break, besides I know she would say the same thing

lady behind me: those shoes look brand new to me

me: *turn around and smile* it’s 3 days after Black Friday, and your manager isn’t here? *manager walks up*

manager: what seems to be the problem Ms. Jazmin *yes she knows me by name, I’m a loyal customer*

me: *talking to the manager, LOOKING at employee* well, I came in here to exchange these shoes for a smaller size, and your employee cut me off, assuming I just wanted my money back, giving me attitude. obviously, she doesn’t know how customer service works, and maybe should think about a career change. she then told me the boots were worn and she couldn’t exchange them

manager: *looks at the boots, then says to her* where have these been worn? there are no scratches, no creases, nothing.

her: I apologize

me: *screwface* it’s okl, size 8.

manager: I apologize, she’s new.

lady behind me: she needs some home training

me: *laughs and walks off*

It took everything in me, not to punch this girl in her nose. If this had been footlocker or sears, it would have been a totally different outcome.