Sipping ever so slowly on my Cherry Sprite; as I take a bite into my ham and cheese sandwich, I contemplate how I will render justice on the @sshole maintenance guy who lied about coming to fix my **** air unit in my apartment. He was supposed to show up at 8:00 a.m. He didn't show up. I called the office at 8:08 a.m. wanting to know what was up. "We doing our paperwork right now, ma'am." Paperwork!?! Someone was supposed to be here at 8:00 a.m. "We're doing our paperwork right now, ma'am." I have an appointment at 9:30 a.m. I expect people to be on time--I don't want anyone holding me up. "Yes, ma'am." I hung up. Nobody showed up. Do I smell A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E. Huh. Well...I'm gon' have to handle that. I was fuming....so, I did what any aggravated registered voter would do; I left a complaint at the HEAD OFFICE. Yeah, that's right. I'm gon' let the MAN handle it. And then I went to my blog to vent. My initial call to get this resolved was on April 22, 2012--and I'm still waiting? It's just a simple fix. What the hell is the problem? It's getting hot and I want my air right! The ham sandwich is just about gone now...and my thoughts now are to get the maintenance man. The balance of judgement is now in my hands...I am clicking onto Word and also writing a letter to the HEAD OFFICE. He's gon' get it now. I smirk. Assh*le! I'll show you. Trying to mess up my day. I guess I made him made when I scolded him for being late. Hell, I expect promptness--no exceptions. It's unacceptable to keep people waiting...I will not be disrespected. The plot thickens...it's all about choices...and choosing to mess with me will cost a muthaf*cka. fo' real. I finish my sandwich...and wait. Smirking as I take the last gulp of my Cherry Sprite. Ahh...satisfaction.