When it comes to business I have to really be on my game. Sometimes you can appear friendly, too friendly, not aggressive on the surface but when it comes to business I am a beast and I know it.
In business you have to always discuss facts and stay on the point. Because once you get off the point the other person can drive your story all over the place. Not gon happen with me. Sometimes I hate to go there because I can be very expressive in the face, because I’m always a really nice person. I can come off as very aggressive and I don’t mean to be that way. But I find out that I let things build up and when its time to discuss it there’s no changing my mind. And I don’t if that’s a good thing.
I Live downtown Detroit and there are a lot of new developments going on in the city. Many people are leaving the suburbs and moving to these downtown apartments which is causing the parking space to be an issue here. In 2012 when I moved here you can park anywhere at any time inside of the gated parking lot and there was no problem. But now since the building is almost occupied which is 22 floors and 18 apartments there is no space to park. When I come home at 3 AM I have to pray before I even get here to find a space. They tell us to park across the street which is a Hell to the NAW NAW and definitely not the back where I can’t see my car. I had my van stolen from here a few months after I moved in, and I wish I would park anywhere else except in the gate or in front of the building. They have extra security here and that’s perfect.
This morning when I got home I parked in front of the building along with seven other vehicles. I went down this morning to run an errand ((( and to move the car))) security asked me about it and I told him there is no room in the parking lot to park anymore I will not park across the street or in the back of the building. I will not have my car stolen like my Town & Country.He was here when it was stolen because he did the investigation on it. So he knew my frustrations, and understood. But not before I went there.
Just then the property manager came in saying that it was OK because of the issue. I really hated I had to go there but I had to let them know there was no way I was parking in the back or across the street. Thing was when I said that my van was stolen, people looked at me like WHAT???? YOUR VAN WAS STOLEN FROM HERE? OOO weee I bet security or management wont go there with me again. They shut that conversation down in front of folks REAL QUICK!!! LOL
Now I tried to be nice about it, didn’t want to alarm others in the building, but this is the 3rd time I’ve been asked about my parking. My thing is this, you jammed packed this building knowing full well there is not enough parking for all of these people, then I will let it be known, WHERE I WONT BE PARKING AND WHY. I pay rent here and its NOT CHEAP! Don’t ask me to park across the street, where if something happen off the property they’ll say, “Well that’s not our property.” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! I made it short and to the point. I don’t do all that 3 minute talking especially when I’m right. Make some parking space around here….. now that’s doing business. All they care about is fulling up the apartments…. AND I AINT MAD AT THEM… BUT DON’T TELL ME TO PARK ACROSS THE STREET. GOT ME MESSED UP! The new people don’t know any better..
La’ Crease does! 🙂
Oct 22, 2014 I received an inbox from my ex boyfriend asking me to call him. When I first saw his message my heart started beating fast because of what happened 30 years ago. His name alone bought back memories of that night in August a month before my 18th birthday. I was hesitate at first, but a part of me wanted and needed to talk to him. I wanted and needed answers. I ignored his messages until I had a day to think about it.
I decided to respond and leave him my number to call me. My heart was beating so fast hearing his voice over the phone, it sorta paralyzed me, but the desire to know answers to my questions made me feel much better as I got comfortable listening to the humbleness in his voice. I listened to him talk about how he loves his now grown children and more especially his grand kids. We talked about God and how being out of jail has really changed his life. He has 2 businesses and is doing very well for himself. He invited me to his job to see him, because it had been so long since we’ve seen each other. And even though it would be a huge step for me…. I went. I prayed about it, and decided that I would go and see him.
When I first walked in, my heart was beating so fast. I wondered if I made the right choice in doing this, but knew I needed answers or I may not ever get them. When I walked into the door, we spotted each other right off. He came over to me, in the humblest Spirit I’ve ever known from him, and gave me a long warm hug and kiss on the cheek. I couldn’t help but see the God in him. He was a changed man, a different person than we were 30 years ago. Still good looking, standing 6’3 and still funny as ever. I loved this man dearly once upon a time. He was my first LOVE and first boyfriend.
As we walked around and talked, he introduced me to his staff. He told them that I was his gurlfriend 30 years ago, and that we hadn’t seen each other in years. They told me how pretty and sweet I was, and how they really loved him. I can tell that he was very nervous, and so was I. But again…. it was something that I had to do. We talked about our families ((( he knows my family and friends, and I know all of his))) and our kids. After about 45 minutes I told him that I had to go, which he didn’t want me to, but I had to get alone to regroup my thoughts. I promised that I would come to see him again soon. He walked me to my car, we hugged and said our goodbyes. As I was driving, I thought about how proud of myself I was. This was a huge step for me, something I could have NEVER EVER done without God. Our meet up was the start of answers for me.
Part 2 tomorrow!
I AM La’Crease ((( I don’t have to do anything else)))
These last few days I’ve been thinking hard about our youth today.
I wrote yesterday on one of my students and how he’s being charged with MURDER.
Last month one of my favorite students was KILLED when he was driving a stolen jeep which turned over and threw him out of it. I was sick when I found out that it was HIM. I had seen the story on the news.. never in a million years thought it would be him.
What I LOVED about him……he was loving underneath all his BADNESS. LOL He worked my nerves every day I saw him. I would talk to him everyday, all day about his behavior, cursing, and just being bad. He was a big baby, that needed attention. I could see it in his eyes and the things he said. HE use to make me SO angry sometimes, that I would wish he wouldn’t come to school for a whole week. Thing is… LOL LOL He came to school every single day. He hardly ever, ever missed. He use to get mad at me when I kicked him out of the hallways and lunch period. One day he was soooooooooooo mad at me, that I was happy…. that meant he wouldn’t get on my nerves. So when he was around me he wouldn’t talk much.
I really grew to LOVE him.. no matter what he got into. I really loved this boy. No matter how “bad” I just call him bad…. but no matter how challenging he was….when I saw him.. I could feel my face light up when he walked into the room. Because I knew he was either going to be silly that day and get on my nerves, or be in one of those moods where he was begging me or bugging me about something. Gosh.. I’m going to miss him. We called him D. Woods. Deangelo Woods was his name. His nickname was Pooney.
Everybody in the whole school knew him because he was always picking on somebody. I use to talk to him all the time about getting himself together and not dying in these streets. I loved that lil boy, but I knew that his days were numbered. I could see it in his walk,eyes, and life. I hated what I saw…. but I know these streets and I know that at times… he just didn’t care. I loved him.. even though he use to make me so mad with him at times. He was still a kid to me, and he was one of those boys that needed just a little more attention.As a MOTHER… I knew that. Below is also a link to the NEWS REPORT here in Detroit on his story.
Um um um… RIP D. Woods