I had a good day today (Saturday). This I feel the need to
inform you because, given what was going on yesterday, then it was highly
unlikely that today would turn out to be anything near good.
So much happened yesterday, starting with an aptitude test,
where some of the candidates completed 10 minutes before time, while I did not
even get to look at the last 2 pages. Ask with me, huh?! Now, that was just the
beginning of a terrible day. 2 breakups, (I will explain that later, I promise
I am not a langa), going to the ATM only to find out (shockingly!) that I had
no money, and lastly, my boss together with the hr manager decided that I was
doing a lot of nothing there as I awaited my leave, so they could as well give
me the extra one week as leave. I know they meant well but wtf?! Do you need
lessons on how easy it is to make a girl feel unwanted?
You are not surprised therefore that today I woke up and
resisted any sense to stand up and do something, anything that was important.
So I played Mahjong titans on my machine until 11 am, that’s when it hit me
that life has to go on, especially where my money was concerned. I mean, I have
no power to change the way people think about me,(ok, I know I do, I can change
my attitude and the way I relate to people, but life is too short to spend it
pleasing idiots, some of whom are idol worshipers, as my colleague calls them.
And yes, that’s me pouring bile, it’s not like I ever claimed to be someone
good, and if I did, then that was pure bullshit, which hopefully you fell for).
But my money is exactly that, my money! That is stuff I can control and I
needed to go out there and find the ass who was playing around with my hard
earned dimes. I also had a first date with a guy I met on a social site, and
who I thought was worth a shot.
I had a quick shower but took some time to choose what to
wear. I then grabbed my handbag and before I left, I had a monologue with my
house help on how she can prepare a decent meal from what we already have in
the house, given as how I was penniless after a full 3 days of my bank playing
tricks on me. When I got to town, the banking halls had been closed off as it
was already past midday and on a Saturday. All the same, I got some bank
official who I thoroughly harassed. I came to realize that I was not the only
one with these issues, almost all the customers were complaining. That’s the
problem of dealing with low class banks, but then I needed a bank with no
charges, I could not take any more deductions on my salary which already was
barely enough. So after printing a mini statement which to my dismay showed
that each time I had attempted to withdraw money and failed in those past 3
days, the same amount was deducted hence my being without money. I angrily
approached this officer and she explains that they have been having issues with
their systems since Tuesday! She did assure me that the transactions would be
reversed, but which bank messes up its systems for almost a week now? Where the
hell am I supposed to get survival money if my account reliably informs me that
I have absolutely no money?
That solved, I went on to meet this new man, and since he
was not feeling very well, I have to go to his house. Usually, that would scare
me, but today I felt I had known this guy for quite a while and therefore had
no business freaking out. His nephew, tall and handsome nephew, very tall,
picked me up. He took me to this guys house and left. What I saw was anything
but uplifting. It was a bit, no, a lot disappointing. This guy is short, (though he spared some few
minutes later to explain why his much younger nephew was in all descriptions,
tall and handsome, while he is short. He informed me that though he is short,
the tallness genes are in the family n there was no need for me to worry). He had a tummy that clearly was his source of
direction. Immediately after I arrived,
he announced that he was hungry and ordered fries and chicken for us. Last time
I had a decent phone, this guy sent to me a photo of his meal which was fries,
chicken and a fried egg. When I went to throw the rubbish into the bin, I was
met with other packages for fries. Seriously, how much fries does this guy
eat?! My hopes had completely died. I wish photos would lie less, I would most
likely never have appeared there had I known the guy was this short.
Anyway, later I met someone, and got something, and I won’t
give details of that. I could have
washed my not so dirty linen here, but then I am not too sure there are no
ghosts who know me watching me from the shadows, waiting to get evidence to
bring about my downfall. I promised this blog will be for me to tell tales
about my life, so about this one, I will tell, just not now, but when it
officially becomes a tale. At that time, its also likely that I will not really
care.
My lesson is that a day does not have to be ruined by the
happenings of the previous day. Get your ass off the sofa and find some good
ways of making your day rock, in this world, you are solely responsible for
your happiness, and just like I will not die poor (unless I die today), I’ll
also not die sad, even if I die today!
Post script: I woke up today (Sunday) and wrote an update to
my best friend (text message), she who has to know all the details of my screwed
up life and of my screwing life. Anyway I thought the (not so) short text
captured my episode quite well, so I will put it here and risk exposing myself
to the ghosts referred to above.
‘So, tales from yesterday. The guy is short, with a pot
bigger than Andrews (her boyfie), he’s quite unhealthy too, but what can we say
of someone whose most meals are fries and chicken from the café downstairs! His
young nephew from Strath is tall and so hot! To make myself feel much better, I
looked for Roy (My really really good boyfriend, who I had neglected in search of
wilder fantasies, I will explain some other time), n we had a good run with(out)
protection. I’m feeling pretty good today’.
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