The Sixth Sense is in FULL EFFECT

I mentioned the other day that I have a sixth sense. Well, it's in full effect. It's a little off..but still.

Yesterday, I talked to baby daddy on the phone. I have not heard from him since Father's Day, but he has been calling me like a fucking lunatic since the weekend. I have not been answering, but have always believed in the "keep your friends close, but your enemies closer" saying, so as it goes, I finally did. We have this big argument, and I finally tell him that this is why I don't answer when he calls. I hang up on him.

He proceeds to call me at work. Atleast 5 times. one.right.after.the.other. I wish he would just go away. So, when I finally answer, he wants to see the boy TODAY, and he believes there is nothing wrong with these requests. The boy has a life. I have a life. We do things. Despite what he may think, we do not sit at home, doing nothing and wait for his call.

Anyway..the sixth sense thing..Baby daddy was really mad. Yelling and cursing..and callin me all kinds of bitches. So when I hang up on him, I start thinking..this motherfucker is just deranged enough to come up to my job and shoot shit the fuck up. He probably wouldn't purposely hurt anyone but me, but this is the kind of mentality he has. So, I am thinking, how we have a security guard down stairs, but he has no gun, and I don't see any of the men here tryin' to be the hero. Yep, if baby daddy came up in here blastin' I would be a gone-er! Then, I remember that he don't really know where I sit, exactly..so maybe by the time he got here, I would be hiding under my desk? Shit, I dunno. It's just what I was thinking.

So I get to work this morning, and everyone is talking about THIS. Tell me why the fuck this IS RIGHT IN THE NEXT BUILDING FROM WHERE I WORK.

*wiping sweat from forehead*

It turns out, yesterday was not my day to go. But Gahdamn! Why it gotta be so close, and why I gotta know about it before it happens.
Damn Sixth Sense.