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Thursday, February 28, 2008

Monday, February 25, 2008

When sweet is not sweet anymore… the story

So I come to work bright eyed and bushy tailed this beautiful morning or so I thought. Eager to take them on.
So we start work in ernest until boss says that there are a few announcements to be made. One of the senior managers is leaving our department. And it is mixed feelings all the way on one hand I don’t want her to leave cos we are close and all that jazz but then on the other hand her sit ideally would be mine.

Trust me I have been eyeing that chair for some time now not necessary more money but then more responsibilities and more exposure. Guess what they announce who will be taking her post. Some girl that has not been here that long is really lazy and to be honest does not even begin to have half of my qualifications. I literally broke down, like broke down I am still in shock as I post this blog. Right. I am so tempted to start sending out CV’s right now and see how they cope without me in the next few months. I am so mad I want to scream. I had to take a walk. I went to the bathroom and cried for what seemed like eternity freshened up and came back to the office all smiles. I don’t even have the vaguest clue what is happening in this place anymore. I am beginning to see that hard work does not pay cos where the heck did that come from.

I sit in despair as they commence the handing over process and I cant even concentrate I just want to go home right now. Even the sweets from the vending machine don’t taste so sweet any more .

Friday, February 22, 2008

On Dying –what is your story?

I get really worked up when somebody dies whether I know the person or I don’t. It is just the way I am.

Quite recently my colleagues mum died of breast cancer. I never met the woman before but she talked about her all the time. In a strange way she (my friend knew the end was near but chose denial) and so she talked about her all the time. By the way her mum was back in her country (Last King Of Scotland Location).Hence all information regarding her mum’s health was over the phone.

I remember the day she was told her mum had been rushed to the hospital. I said I think you should be planning a trip home like ASAP. She replied that her dad said she should not come home yet. I said to her at what point do they want you to come, is it when she has passed away. She was confused but saw reason. And started making plans anyway her mum passed away before she made the booking she left the next day after her mum passed away. It was sad very sad I cried cos the very last time she spoke to her mum I was with her. Her last words to her daughter were. I AM FIGHTING THIS THING YOU KNOW WHAT A FIGHTER I AM.

What bugs me now is I always wonder which one of us is going to die first (i.e. me and my siblings) I know it sounds weird and sick but it just bothers me all the time. Am I the only on that thinks this way or do other people think this way. I have never discussed this with anybody before. I might have but boyfie who is the closest person to me right now is so scared of the word DEATH.

DEATH AND THE LAST KING OF SCOTLAND

I get really worked up when somebody dies whether I know the person or I don’t. It is just the way I am.

Quite recently my colleagues mum died of breast cancer. I never met the woman before but she talked about her all the time. In a strange way she (my friend knew the end was near but chose denial) and so she talked about her all the time. By the way her mum was back in her country (Last King Of Scotland Location).Hence all information regarding her mum’s health was over the phone.

I remember the day she was told her mum had been rushed to the hospital. I said I think you should be planning a trip home like ASAP. She replied that her dad said she should not come home yet. I said to her at what point do they want you to come, is it when she has passed away. She was confused but saw reason. And started making plans anyway her mum passed away before she made the booking she left the next day after her mum passed away. It was sad very sad I cried cos the very last time she spoke to her mum I was with her. Her last words to her daughter were. I AM FIGHTING THIS THING YOU KNOW WHAT A FIGHTER I AM.
What bugs me now is I always wonder which one of us is going to die first (i.e. me and my siblings)
I know it sounds weird and sick but it just bothers me all the time. Am I the only on that thinks this way or do other people think this way. I have never discussed this with anybody before.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

The Story Continues

Okay sometimes I am not the most rational person. And believe me when I say this. When I am upset I tend to do the most absurd things like getting into the relationship I am now. No regrets there though I am not perfect (neither are you ha ha ha)So far so good we have had our fair share of ups and downs. And I can even say that I have tripped for him completely. At the beginning I did not send but now I do with all my heart. And if I catch any chick with boyfie I might have a seizure and die seeing that I am not violent (gentle lady ni mi emi kin se fighter).
I finally pick boyfies call and he is full of apologies

Boyfie: haba babe why have you not called me.

Misspumping: I was giving you time I feel as though I am bothering you to much

Boyfie: How can you say that? I thot I told you that I had food poisoning I am so stressed out. I still have not gone to see your people, my mum and dad are supposed to be coming with me bla bla bla. In fact I am going to have extend my trip so that every thing can fall into place.

Misspumping: It is just a day’s trip, it is not as if you are going to spend the night there or anything Are you joking or you are serious.

Boyfie: I am serious. Love you and I miss can’t wait to see you but I have to do what I have to do. Tell you what babe, I will call you later or you can call later cant stay too long on the phone I am driving take care.

And you know what they say about the devil he is a bastard and a liar. Misspumping by now is outraged that she calls an exie and hangs out with him to revenge. We hooked up at the west end and talked and groped but stopped there cos I realize that I really should not be doing that shit and I really don’t want to loose boyfie.( Boyfie and exie are constantly waging battle over me.)

Bearing in mind that all everybody talks about is “*Marriage*”. I need to repent for these sins. The question I ask myself at this point is that if and when I get married to boyfie, am I going to call exie every time Boyfie upsets me. I am scared o.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

I want to tell you a story

i have been putting of blogging for some time now but i have just realised that i dont want to put it of any longer . if i hold off any longer i risk madness so i will do what i like to do i shall write and let off steam.

Boyfie (boyfriend) is driving me up the wall. Boyfie who i started dating out of retaliation cos an ex was getting married is now holding me to ransom .I did not even care about him when i started dating him, he is now the one that is making me so moody that i have to keep myself mentally occupied or risk high blood pressure just thinking about him .such is this life o.

The story is that boyfie and i are planning to get married at least so i thought when we were palnning his trip to naija to go and prepare the ground for my arrival . Boyfie is now in naija and is frolicking up and down so much so that he has not even been to see my folks and guess what he is due back in 5 days time. i just want to scream is this how this bombaclat is going to put his senior sista to shame not that i am older than him or anything like that . it is just that i have to assume the position of older sister as the bomba clat cant realy think when i am not there.


The most painful part is that when i call boyfie he is always in a hurry to get me off the phone and then he speaks with a funny accent as if to impress me . this all points to the fact that he is trying to impress somebody nearby definitely not me cos he does not speak with an accent when we are together here .

I kow that chicks are ten a penny in naija but this rasclat should think of all the things we have been through together and all the bloody money i have spent on his trip to naija . when he was toasting me he said they (his family)were comfortable and stuff and that his parents were always on standby if he was broke . i dont see them standing by whenever his car is clamped or his fuel guage is reading low. so much for trying to compete with my ex and hooking myself up with a rmk (rich mans kid)

Guess what rasclat just sent a text from naija professing undying love guess last nites chick is now on the kerb soliciting for her next client.