Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop: Part 10
I enjoy watching the Awkward Black Girl web series, but when I went to work the next day, I felt as if I was living an unseen episode of it. Rich and I exchanged icy glances, confused glances and finally, angry glances when we both realized, we had a project to work on –together. It was about 10 a.m. when he walked over to my desk. “Morning,” he said. “Good morning, Richard,” I said with a forced edge of cheerfulness in my voice. “I have some files I’d like to go over with you – when you have time.” “This is how we’re going to play this?” “What? I’m doing my job. Being a team player and all.” I thought I smiled, but I felt the corner of my mouth roll up into a snarl. And as luck would have it, Amie Mullarski, the main broad on my job who had an issue with me not kissing her ass, walked by. “Rich,” she said, her Georgia roots seeping through her voice. She was annoying as hell. “What