You're Not That Black...

That’s what I was told yesterday by one of the Engineering Manager’s sons. He’s 8, and has some disorder that’s like autism, but very different. There’s a name for it, but I can’t remember. He’s got a killer memory, and can talk the hind legs of a cat!

The last time he came to the office to visit, he told me I was cute, asked if I had a boyfriend and became infatuated with my hair…..so anyways, he came in the office again yesterday, cos him and his dad were going to a football match. He pulls up a chair beside my desk, and he’s talking away. He sees my tattoos and asks how long I’ve had em, so I told him, I got the one on my arm when I was 16, and the other about 2 years ago….then he looks at my arm, and then says ‘You’re not that black’….I thought I heard wrong, so I’m like ‘Sorry-what was that?’ He repeats it, and then goes on to say ‘ well you know black people-they’re like….black…but you’re tanned’ I had to laugh….I was like ‘right, ok’ …then he got up, and went up to his dad’s office-but not before he had my foot up his ass! Sike! LOL! I’m messing!! I didn’t hurt him…he kept throwing compliments my way!
Him: ‘How old are you?’
Me: ‘25’
Him: ‘REALLY? You don’t look it! You look about 18!!’
Bless him, I need him to come in the office to flatter me some more!! LOL!

So apparently, I’m not black…I’m tanned….in the eyes of this 8 year old!

Came into work this morning, parked my car in a space, as I do, walk into the building, and the Bossman’s PA/Financial Controller/Queen Pin/Top Dog…(you get my drift) comes running down….she needs me to do her a ‘favour’. In the Business Park that my building in located in, parking is pretty scarce considering pretty much everyone who works in the office has a car, plus there’s the company vans etc. This is made worse by the fact that they (who they are I dunno) have decided to renew the water pipes, that run in front of the building so that’s half of the spaces gone. There’s a Tigra parked in one of our spaces….now bossman’s PA does not ramp when it comes to badding up people who park in our spaces. She’ll leave notes on your car, curse you the f*ck out….and in this instance get someone with a Smart Car to block your ass in!



I’m not gonna pretend I’m not slightly concerned…what if the owner of this car is a crazed psycho who’ll ram and ram until he gets out? I’d kill a mofo who f*cks up my car….but hey, if anything pops off, my company better dig into the phat ass money pocket and cough up for any repairs on my car!!

This is Tom_Gurl officially back from Blog Vacay!