Beware Bitches in Sheep Clothing

How boring have I been lately? Tuesday morning Sgt. Militant Negro approached me and said he would like to speak to me for a moment, “please”. I was like, oh no. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. I am not trying to get into a whole big thing with this bastard. Still, I am all about communication; good, bad or indifferent it can make things happen. So, I got up and followed him into the lieutenant’s office, where we could shut the door. Notice that I did not say have a private conversation, because if things went left, there were not enough doors in the world that would have prevented the outside world from hearing the full force of my pissed-off-tivity.

Anyway, we went into the office and he stood on one side, I on the other. I tried not to smirk as he began to speak (tried not to, but did not succeed). He seemed oblivious to the smirk, which was good. Guess what, Sgt. Militant Negro came to me with an apology. That’s right, you bitch ass best apologize. LOL. Anyway, he told me how Sgt. Lupe had came to him, as I knew she would, and told her about our fall out. He also told me how he’d actually asked her not to try and intervene between whatever imaginary thing we had going between the two of us, and she’d come to me anyway. Then he went on to tell me about all the shit he had going on in his life. (Try not fucking around on your wife, while yall are trying to raise four kids, mutherfudder. Maybe that’ll help out a little).

Anyway, I told him I understood and that I had no ill feelings towards him. At least I had none until Sgt. Lupe keep coming to me with all of his bullshit issues about me, that I were not aware of. I have told Sgt. Lupe and the other bastard ass Sergeant that I work with not to come to me with petty gossip about other sergeants or troops, because nothing good can ever come from it. This crap with Sgt. MN and myself just proves my point. If she’d just minded her own business, I would have never known he was accusing me of being discourteous to him and other shit. And if she had not come to me again, the following weeks, still in an attempt to mend fences, I would not have known that he’d walked in on the tail end of a conversation between me and a female sergeant from a different watch, and misconstrued our conversation.

Scenario:
Me and the third watch sergeant are talking about the up coming bid process. Last year Dallas started a bid process were you go down to Headquarters bid for what part of the City and the hours of days you wish to work. This is done by seniority, of course, so the longer or in your current position, the more likely there will be a slot available for you in your first choice. I was tell the sergeant in question that I would like to stay on deep nights, where I am. First of all, where I patrol now is very close to home and not far from my mom, and second, I like deep nights. My second choice would be fifth watch, which is 10am to 7pm, which are great hours for a single man. In closing our conversation I told her that I would also take into consideration the sergeants I’d be working with.

Sgt. Lupe told me that Sgt. MN feelings got hurt when I said this. I told her that I didn’t say anything to the third watch sergeant that I wouldn’t say to her or Sgt. MN. I asked her who wouldn’t take in to consideration the people they were going to have to work with when given the opportunity and if he was offended by that then that was on him.

She told me that I was being selfish and that I didn’t take into consideration his feelings.
I told her quit the contrary, I thought the man’s feeling were valid, but since I was not dating the man, nor had I said anything directed negative towards him or anyone else, I thought he was being a bit of a punk. I further told her that I was not going to feel bad just because ever time he tells about something that happens he makes himself into the victim; everybody else is wrong but him. I accused her of having a blind eye, when it came to the man, but I wasn’t going to play into his little games.

She said something and was became so mad that I began to cuss. And I never cuss out of anger. I think I scared her, which is good. And she said she was not going to continue the conversation and drove off. This too was good, because by then it was not longer a conversation, it was an argument and I refuse to argue with someone I am not sleeping with, damn it.
Anyway, that was the last time Sgt. Lupe and I talked. Mission accomplished, Sgt. MN. One more vessel down.

However, me and him are good. As good as I am willing to let it get, mind you. And Sgt. Lupe and I are good as well. We have not talked, but I value her company, so I want allow myself to lose it.
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.