Anger Mgmt 101


 

Today at work I had a good laugh. One of the male security guards actually went to one of our Lady Shop Stewards to complain that his feelings were hurt because I stop speaking to him. I nearly burst out laughing but I managed to contain my chuckles because dickhead knew very well why I stopped speaking to him.

After a prior incident where he not only insulted me but had nerve to do it in front of the visitors well I blasted him good. My initials stand for Don’t Play. This is a job where we are required to be professional. If you got beef with me you need to talk to me in private not in front of the general public.  I warned him then and there that I don’t know who you think you’re talking to but you picked the wrong one. Unfortunately if you work in a department that’s mostly male you’re gonna have men who challenge you or attempt to intimidate you.

I don’t do challenge or intimidation. Just because you’re a man does not make you better or smarter than me. Since his dumb ass is not a supervisor you need to watch what you say to me. Even if you are a supervisor if you talk out of turn I’m gonna speak up for myself.

I’m one that once you mess with me unless you apologize I’m not forgiving you. Fuck Forgiveness. Fuck Feelings. Wrong Female. I don’t owe you anything. There is No Love nor Light. The only Light you will get from me is when I Light your ass up! And that’s not a Light you want to experience. I Do Not Tolerate any disrespect from anybody. It’s that simple!!

Mable and Edward Palmer did not raise me to be a doormat. In fact my parents told me not to take crap off anyone and that I had a right to defend myself.

LL Cool J – Mama Said Knock You Out

Mr. Angry Asshole had offended several co-workers and many stopped talking to him. Many years ago he was demoted from a higher security position because of his temper. His anger has gotten the better of him to the point that he has had several heart attacks. At least one on the premises and he is not even 50 years old!

I think he feels I should and I must converse with him because we are both Veterans. Well I’m a Veteran all he is and was what we in the Military call Weekend Warriors. Meaning he was in the Reserves. One weekend out of the month and two weeks out of the year of actual service. I was in four years full-time, 24/7/365.

Just to show you how truly nasty Mr. Numb-nuts is we have a gentleman who is also a security officer who served bravely during the Vietnam War. This wonderful man actually saw action. He suffers from PTSD but goes out of his way to be extra nice to all our co-workers. He is a pleasure to work with. He follows the Catholic faith always with his prayer beads and follows Jesus teachings. Everyone Loves him.  Except one person. Guess who? You guessed right! Private Jackass.  The Lumpy Paleface Lunatic actually had the nerve to badmouth a great man who went through the trauma of seeing people killed and trying to save the lives of wounded soldiers (he was a medic).

As for Knucklehead most of the guards try to avoid him. He has very few friends. Not many will put up with his rude, nasty, sarcastic remarks. I’m all for humor, cracking jokes and laughter but making fun of people, insults, lack of proper communication skills and zero people skills are not acceptable.

I have not guilt nor shame in cutting ties with abusive co-workers.  That person does not write my checks nor are they paying my bills. Forgive and Forget don’t work here.  I will dismiss you and keep on stepping. I have no shame in my game.

I AM THE FEMALE PHENOMENON!!  THE ORIGINAL NUBIAN NINJA!!

The Notorious D.A.P. has spoken!!

Phenomenon – LL Cool J

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Moral of the Story: Don’t Let your mouth write checks that your ass can’t cash!!

Wanderlust!!


 

 

When I was a young girl I enjoyed a TV program called On The Road with Charles Kuralt. I’d tune in just to see where his adventures took him. Exciting. I always wanted to be a combination of Charles Kuralt and Zora Neale Hurston the famous African-American writer however as I’m nearly legally blind my driving days are long over. Me driving would be like putting Mr. Magoo behind the wheel! Also I cannot be too far from my brother Stephen who has Autism because his group home needs to stay in contact with me. But it still is a wonderful fantasy!

Nature has been my solace. Parks and Botanic Gardens re-energize, invigorate and provide me with a sense of peace. Within the steel, glass and concrete of New York City one can still find many green spaces. Also New York is more than the Big Apple which is what most people see in the media, TV, magazines and movies. Upstate New York is more rural and if I had the time and money I would spend a summer exploring those cities.

When my Dad was alive we did go to Saratoga, New York one summer for a day or two. Saratoga is famous for horse racing. We did not see the horses run but spent a wonderful time exploring the great outdoors.  Saratoga is also famous for its therapeutic hot springs something I really need since I suffer from chronic back and arthritis pain!

When Stephen and I were kids Daddy would take us every summer on the Circle Line cruises to Bear Mountain. Circle Line also went to West Point and Daddy always gave us a choice between the two and like clockwork every time we chose Bear Mountain. Never saw any bears (Thank Goodness) but again we enjoyed Nature and just being outdoors!  Getting on those hiking trails and seeing the different types of trees, flowers, and other flora! Oh for the good old days!!

In my Nature Get-A-Way Fantasy Stephen and I load up our 21st Century Winnebago, make ourselves comfortable inside our luxury vehicle while our personal driver takes us up and down the East coast of the U.S.A. periodically making stops to take in the Great Outdoors!!  Stephen and I would have our fancy cameras photographing flora, fauna, wildlife & all the wonders of Gaia.  And Yes we would bring kitty cat Sylvester with us! After all cannot leave our Feline Friend behind!!

May all your travel dreams come true!! Wanderlust!!

Brooklyn Botanic Gardens

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Companion | The Daily Post


 

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Companion

My animal companions over the years have been the dogs I had when I was growing up along side my fascination much to my mother’s horror, with gerbils. The Gerbils only lasted until I got my first cat named Bonkers sometime during the 1980s. No Bonkers and later his companion Smokey did not eat the gerbils but that was only because my parents moved the gerbils to their bedroom. One day my Dad said to me Deborah your gerbil (by then I was down to one) is not moving.  Taps for the gerbil.

Time went on and eventually I finally left the nest and moved into my own apartment in 1990. My parents had gotten rather attached to both cats and insisted on keeping them. I had visitation rights. Sadly before that decade ended both my parents had gone onto their heavenly reward and my cats came to live with me. Unfortunately cats do not live as long as humans and over the years I’ve had to part with several feline companions.  Currently I had on Purrfect Buddy. That Talented Terrific Tuxedo known as Sylvester.  He is Pawsome!!

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My best friend and life time companion is my brother Stephen, an Autism Guy who is my heart, soul, mind and everything to me. As anyone who has followed/subscribed to my blog for any length of time knows Stephen is my whole world. Since our parents died all we have is each other. He accepts me for who I am. I don’t have to wear a mask around him. He is always eager to see me. We are a team that cannot be separated!!  I Love You Stephen Vincent Palmer!!

 

 

Willie Nelson – Always On My Mind

Childhood | The Daily Post


 

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Childhood

Photos of me, Stephen, my father Edward Gordon Palmer and my Aunts as children. I don’t have any pictures of my Mom Mable Elizabeth Palmer as a child because her family was too poor to afford a camera or have photos taken of them. I have included a picture of my childhood dresser which I’ve had since I was five years old. It came as part of a Vanity set but only this piece survives.

Also shown is a photographer of my paternal Grandfather William Junius Palmer with some of his children taken around 1923 in Mt. Morris Park (now Marcus Garvey Park) in Harlem. My Dad Edward Palmer is not in this photo because he was born in Feb. 1930. The little boy seated on my Grandfather’s lap who would have been my Uncle died of polio. My grandparents lost at least two boys to this disease. My Dad was the only boy to survive and he was nicknamed Precious.

The photo of my Dad Edward G. Palmer was done in around 1935 by famous Harlem Renaissance photographer James Van Der Zee.   http://www.biography.com/people/james-van-der-zee-9515411

 

 

 

 

Sense of Purpose


 

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Purpose

No Matter What Other People Think or Say About Me, God Loves Me with a Sense of Purpose.  The words of the enemy mean nothing to me only what God has to say about me. My writing and photography are my Passions and my Purpose.  My brother Stephen is often my Muse.

 

My Raison D’être

Habakkuk 2:2-3

New King James Version (NKJV)

The Just Live by Faith

2 Then the Lord answered me and said:

“Write the vision
And make it plain on tablets,
That he may run who reads it.
For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come,
It will not tarry.

Third World – Sense of Purpose

 

 

Third World – Try Jah Love