Was this really about the badge?

I would like to pay homage to how real my job is (though I’m just a temp). I use to work in an ice cream shop where I spent almost 3 years smiling over a sugar cone, scooping vanilla. See, that’s me smiling! But those years have long subsided and are considered dead now that I’m employed (as a temp) at the money factory. I got a work badge last night!—well, maybe the night before last. My first official work badge! A badge that operates all the elevators after hours, our own personal after hour elevators that go specifically to our floor, so I never have to go through security like the common visitor and get a pass again. NO!—no passes, thank you, I have a BADGE! My first badge ever! EVER (I’m beginning to like the word EVER)!

I refused to take my picture for my badge, which is funny because, thinking back, I don’t think they offered to take my picture. I don’t believe temps are afforded images on their badges—but I would’ve refused anyway, damnit—my hair is nappy. ...And did I tell you "Damon" (another feeble attempt of mine to issue another “false” name to a very not-so-false person) shaved. His head. I’ve noticed I got it really bad for bald heads. Brown Boy has a beautiful bald head…in fact, every guy that I’ve ever been serious about wore a pretty damn good bald head! Well except for… uhmmm….**thinking of a name replacement*** don’t wanna give away too many identities here… “Michael Shawn” who wasn’t “bald” but balding, so he was almost perfect. I’ve only been serious about 3 guys and by wind of Damon’s newest do, he looked as if he was auditioning for wife number 4. Understand, “Damon” is gorgeous with or without ever touching a razor, but believe you me, chile, when I say he walked through that door shining as brown as his black asS could shine, chile, if I wasn’t bound by proper workplace decorum I was going to pump Damon pregnant. ON the money!—cuz we work at the Money Factory i.e. we count the money. I was, hereby, going to impregnate “Damon” on the money. I don’t think Damon knows my affinity for a clean shaven head of brown. I don’t think Damon knows my affinity for him. But he sholl was gonna find out last night, chile!—cuz I was ready!