"Badman yuh cyah miss the gate, a GLE park up right at the front," his voice resonates through my car speaker as I maneuver through his rich community.
Rich community Gi?
Clearly yuh nah see weh mah see.
Well obviously!!!
"Is a greenish looking GLE?" I asked
"Bomboclaat!" he exclaimed. "Finally," he said seeming relieved and just about over giving me directions, "Matter a fact send me a picture a di gate so me know fi sure a di right place yuh deh,"
"I am," I defended but he wasn't having it.
"Never did a ask, send the picture," he spoke nonchalantly then hangs up.
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Liking the message I hissed throwing the phone in the cupholder.
Really nuh have time fi this man, I had a long day at work and a not even 5:00.
All these changes that Mr. Major is doing is taking a toll on me because I not only have to assist this man but get Shannon up to speed as she'll be taking my old position.
On top of that this man schedule is shit, doh know who did a manage him before but clearly dem just did a wing it and never did a do it good.
So my whole morning included speaking on the phone with event coordinators and other managers to rearrange things, adding more bookings and a shit ton of coffee.
Jamaican people hard fi deal wid and illiterate, it's so hard to stay professional wid dem morewhile.
Along side that Deejay's attitude since Saturday is giving controlling and I don't like it and I know for sure we nah guh can gree.
Me never mek it a practice fi mek man rule me and even if a business it still nah guh happen.
Reaching the security he had me step out of my car to search it.
Dung to the bonnet dem open.
Wah me could a possible a hide in deh suh.
Kmt.
Irritating.
He then told me to park further up and meet "Mr. Cooper" at the front.
