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don’t worry bout it, brah

Today, at work I was writing up some reports for our project when I overheard one of the superintendents say my name in mid conversation. This typically meant he needed me to do some kind of elementary task for him, or that he was going to give me a hard time for being a Hokie, (he went to Alabama).

Looking over at his office, I saw he was on the phone talking to one of our architects. He was explaining that he was busy and that I would handle whatever it was that he needed. I interjected and yelled back towards his direction, “nah you good!”  before he could get off the phone and assign me whatever task he needed.  The super hung up the phone and asked me what I had just said,I told him “don’t worry ’bout it brah”. He stood over me, arms crossed, shook his head and just kinda stared at me. Feeling a little uncomfortable, I went back to whatever it was that I had been working on. At this point, he doesn’t really take anything I say seriously.  I’d say i’m making a pretty good impression at work so far.

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Work Texts

Today, at work I was working alongside Ron, an engineering consultant who’s filling in for our quality control manager while he’s on leave. Turns out, Ron works for the same company as my friend Ben, who sent him a text message while we were looking over some plans.

Ron had a perplexed expression and began to chuckle while handing me his crackberry. I read the text slowly which said “Hey Ron, I heard through the grapevine you’re working with Paul Woo down at Fort Lee. Tell him yo, whatcha name is?” I laughed out loud, disturbing the rest of the guys in the trailer and then told Ron to respond back “nah you good”. He was even more confused now, but surprisingly obliged without the slightest hesitation. We went back to working on reviewing plans almost like nothing happened, but now sense some judgement from Ron. That’s fine, totally worth it.

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Work From Home!

This morning while I was workin on some excel sheets, I received an email from a Ms. Timeka Ines about starting my own home business at home and making tens of thousands in the first week!  This email looked familiar, as I had already received a number of emails just like it this earlier week.

This was yet another feable attempt to scam people of their time and money. Timeka could have at least used her same name as the sender in the signature instead of Robert Walker. Timeka, Timeka, Timeka…I hope you’re reading this. If you’re going to come up with a scheme to convince people to buy into your pseudo business startup package at least be consistent. You of all people should know details are critical to running a business.  

I decided I would reply to her proposal and sent her an email back. A screenshot of my response is attached below. I look forward to hearing back from her and hope she has more life changing, wealth building information to offer me.

 

tameka-email

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Dank Bucket

Today at work one of our laborers, Jose came up to me during lunch and offered some of his home made Puerto Rican Tamales.  I had already started eating my Dank Bucket, (more commonly known as a KFC Famous Bowl) and didn’t want to corrupt the delicious blend of chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, and cheese with spicy plantains and pork, so I politely declined.

 

kfc_famous_bowl

At first, he was a little surprised I declined and repeatedly insisted I try them, refusing to take no for answer. After a couple minutes of this, I turned my attention to an email I had just received and proceeded to read it.  Jose paused for a second and waited for me to turn back to start harassing me again.

Before he could open his mouth, I blurted “no te bueno!” which was my best attempt at saying “nah you good” in Spanish. I think he finally got the hint that I didn’t want his tamales after hearing my Spanglish. I felt kinda bad for the guy, his face was filled with disappointment and rejection.  Although I was relieved when he turned around and began to look for his next victim to harass. The project manager conveniently walked by moments later as Jose scurried after him, tamales in hand.

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Saved By The Bell

 I recently started a new job as a “project controller” for a general contractor at the Fort Lee Military Base near Richmond, VA. This is all a new experience for me as I’m slowly getting accustomed with the other team members on the project as well as my job responsibilities. I have mostly been observing, listening, and keeping my mouth shut while I get a feel for the team’s dynamic and each individual’s personality.

Today, one of the superintendents came to me and asked if I had contacted our structural engineer to get the necessary documents for our reinforcing steel package. This is a critical item, which must be procured before the building’s foundation can be placed and which the rest of the building is dependent on. At the time I was working on an email for the project manager and wasn’t really paying attention to him. Without looking away I instinctively mumbled, “…nah you good” and continued to write my email. I was able to type in a few more letters when I froze and it registered what I had just said. I hesitantly looked back and saw a perplexed expression on his face.  Without giving him the chance to question what I had just said I told him I’d get right on it and follow up with him later. Lucky for me, he got a phone call and rushed out of the trailer while looking back at me with the same confused look as he left.

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not so much “Home Team”

The other day I was watching the NC State VS. South Carolina football game at Home Team in Richmond, VA with a few guys after work. The rest of the people there appeared to be NC State fans with some kind of Richmond chapter of the Wolf pack Club. The game was pretty uneventful and rather boring, but the NC State fans clearly thought otherwise and cheered for every yard they gained like they had scored a touchdown. I’m a native of Raleigh, NC and am very familiar with how obnoxious their fans can be, as well as how much love for the team they have despite their mediocrity.

Waiting for a table, we stood around in a sea of red and white and felt a little out of place. Finally after a couple PBR’s, a booth opened up and we sat down near a couple of NC State fans. To our dismay, these two were especially loud and annoying. Every other minute they jumped out of their seats and yelled out one of their cheers while throwing up their Wolf Pack hand gesture, (which looks more like a llama than a wolf, refer to the picture below).

wolfpack

By now we had grown tired of this game and had shifted our attention to the Eagles game where Vick had just rushed for a TD. However, it wasn’t long until another outburst of obnoxious NC State fan cheering let out, when we looked over to see NC State making a drive for the end zone to tie the game.  Alas, again to everyone’s disappointment, play by play, they failed to make any completions.

On 4th and long they made their final attempt for a touchdown when the USC defense batted down the ball while emasculating the receiver. As the ball fell to the turf and the state fans quickly realized the game was over, everyone at my table pointed to a different fan and yelled out …nah you good! The State fans didn’t respond and stared at the screen with looks of disappointment and dazed on their faces. The referee crossed his arms in a violent fury signaling incomplete and the game clock soon expired.

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Whatchya name is?

Earlier this year I was out in Blacksburg with a pretty decent buzz at TOTS, (Top of The Stairs – a favorite bar of Virginia Tech Students) with the usual Thursday crowd. I was walking on the outer deck towards the back bar on the 2nd floor. As I approached the outer corner of the building where the back stairs descend up on the back deck, I made eye contact with a girl who was looking over her shoulder at me. I glanced away, searching for my friends then looked back in the direction of the girl who was still looking my way.

I didn’t recognize her and didn’t think much of it until I was next to her, when I thought I heard her say “are you going to make out tonight?” Confused, I repeated back to her “am I going to make out tonight?” I thought to myself, does she know something I don’t? Or, did I blackout at some point earlier in the year and make out with this girl? I leaned closer to hear her more clearly and she corrected me saying, “no, do you want to make out, tonight?” Her friends were now looking at me and smiling like they definitely knew something I didn’t.

Once again, I took another look at the girl to try and spark some kind of recognition or memory of her. I paused for a moment and completely drew a blank on any possible connection between us. Panicking and running out of time, I knew what I had to do. My only way out was to give her a swift “…nah you good” and take refuge on the back deck behind the masses of people. Scurrying to the back and ducking behind some huge black dude, I peeked over his shoulder to the see the girl’s reaction. She looked like she had been asked to solve a differential equation while being slapped in the face by Anderson Silva. Needless to say, she was in shock.

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Road Rage

On the way back from a family vacation in New York, I was driving down US-1 just outside Raleigh in our Toyota Sienna with my mom in the front passenger seat and my brother and his dog in the back seat. As we entered the Raleigh city limits, I came up on an elderly couple in a white Chrysler 300c doing 5 under the speed limit.

I began to accelerate and ease into the left lane to pass the couple, when another car shot past me in the left lane forcing me back behind the couple still doing 5 under the speed limit. I didn’t want to slam the brakes and cause my brother’s dog to fly into the front center console, so I gradually pushed the brakes enough to slow us back down. However, apparently I didn’t brake hard enough, because I was now practically riding on top of the car in front. The driver was a decrepit old man, who mistakenly thought I was tailgating him on purpose and tapped his brakes to get me off his rear. This really set me off and I waited for the next clearing in the left lane to pass him.

Mashing the gas to the floor, I switched to the other lane and laid down the horn while passing him. The driver immediately honked back, which apparently set my mom off, who then waved some kind of back hand motion as if to imply …nah you good! After passing the bitter old man, I looked up and saw a yellow stop light about 100 yards away which had now turned red. As I slowed, I lowered my mom’s window in hopes of her getting into a verbal confrontation with the driver. Instead, out of embarrassment and illogical fear of him recognizing her, my mom attempted to shut her window, grabbed her oversized US atlas and put it up to the right side of her face to block the man’s view of her.

I leaned over to see the old man’s reaction while lowering the passenger side window. Just past the edges of the atlas’s pages, I could see him leaning forward as well, attempting to make eye contact with me. He slowly extended his right hand out the window towards us and extended his middle finger. At this point, I was both amused and ticked off and about to let out a string of obscenities when the light turned green. Miraculously, I was able to take control of my mom’s window and blurted out, “…nah you good!” while pointing with just an index finger towards the old man. I guess he expected me to cuss him out and flip the bird too, because he simply stared in bewilderment, trying to understand what had just taken place. Old man, if you’re reading this, …nah you good.

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Wishbone

Today I was playing with my brother’s yellow lab when I had to pee. He pretty much follows me anywhere and began to follow me to the bathroom. As I walked in, I asked him if he wanted a bone. He paused, slightly tilted his head in excitement and then I shut the door saying “…nah you good!”

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VT Pre – Frosh

Today, I was riding with Ryan around the drill field around the 12:15 rush and a wave of visiting pre-frosh began to flood the Eggleston-book store cross walk. Ryan quickly accelerated and maneuvered around the front of the mass. As we passed them I put a stiff arm out the window barely grazing one of the unsuspecting pre frosh’s nose and said welcome to Virginia Tech ..nah you good.

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