Crazy What They Called...Him/Jay and Bey

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5:45 am

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

The loud, obnoxious sound of my day beginning and my dreams ending. I hate it. Why? because my life is in shambles, I feel.

I wake up everyday to relive my nightmare, my tragedy, my "legacy", my...reality. My life couldn't be any much more worse.

I worked and worked hard on essays and fucking projects in college just to have to pay the money back. Fucking pathetic. On top of that to have a shitty ass job.

All I do is sit behind a desk and talk to mutha fuckas about their issues with this product or that. And yes I'm talking about customer service.

I get up take a shower. Letting the hot water rush it's self along my body. It made me feel better considering, I felt depressed. I step out of the shower grabbing a towel and drying my self off. I brushed my hair back in a bun, I put on my work shirt and pants and shoes. I then grab my perfume bottle and drench my self in its fumes.

I then do the slightest bit of natural makeup. I go to the door grabbing my keys and making it to my car.

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7:30

Buzz.

Click.

Sigh.

The sound of me clocking in. I go to the coffee machine to drink down my disappointments. I put exactly, 5 creams and 4 sugars. I stir it slowly, I began to put the lid on the top of the cup, but I was interrupted by an asshole of course.

"Well if it isn't Mrs.Knowles,"The voice said.

"Leave me alone Kevin," I walked away with my items.

"Awe don't act like that; I just wanna talk to you." He continuously followed me.

"I said leave me alone," I demanded as I sat down to my desk.

"Do you ever just be nice?" He asked over my shoulder.

"And do you ever get laid?" I smartly asked back. He squinted his eyes at me. I didn't give a shit.

"You win this one but not for long," He added.

"Mhmm." I stay at my desk and continued to do slave work.

Men. So fucking obnoxious, ignorant and selfish. Which is why I am single and alone. I only have a best friend, a sister and a mother I can go to. A man can't do shit for me not even change my oil or pump my gas.

As I'm working, I over here the ladies talking about me as always. Because I am such this big ass mystery. Typical. Just typical. I keep to myself and that is forever, because no one would understand me.

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11:30

Crunch.

Sip.

Gulp.

As I eat my lunch, I'm looking at Queen and Slimm. I was looking at the beginning from how they met. Like I just started looking at the movie. Funny how devastation can force something so magical.

As I'm looking at the movie, my boss walks pass. "Knowles, how long have you been on your break?" he asked.

"About 15 minutes ago. Why what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing it's just a lot of the people around here have been slacking on getting off their breaks, and i'm going around and asking," He explained.

"Well sir you know people can lie right?" I asked him.

"That's why I'm asking, you do what your supposed to do, and just like you said 15 minutes ago, that's how long you've been on break, I've checked and it's gonna go for the for everyone else." He added.

"Yes sir,"I responded.

"Good now finish you're movie." He walked off.

See another reason why I hate people. Responsibility is everything and when they do the wrong shit sometimes everyone else has to pay for it. The shit is just irritating. Another reason why I hate my job. It is full of disrespectful as kids. And I meant what I said.

I get to the part where they just shit the cop and was on the run. I had to stop the movie and get back to work.

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