I don’t know why I still watch “Mama June.”
They jumped the fucking shark with the latest season finale. I wish I’d had the sense to stop watching sooner.
Anyway, June is always saying “Trina Wena Bena” rather than the name Trina when referring to Jessica’s mother-in-law.
Drives me fucking nuts.
I was just over here stewing over having to do performance reviews. (I’m basically two seconds away from being thrown into an alligator pit over my ability to ignore reminders.)
Our HR person’s name rhymes with Trina.
And I cracked myself up calling her (not-Trina) Wena Bena.
I decided I was done with her when I asked about adjusting one employee’s pay a couple times. Then I asked again and she was like oh, what’s that process? As if I hadn’t already asked three times about how do I get that through the money people.
So I did promise to get Wena Bena the reviews Friday. (Today.)
I never said what time.
11:59 p.m. is looking likely. And that’s only because I actually want to wake up tomorrow and get out of the house.
Wena Bena.
I get you, Mama June.