Today has been an awful, depressing day. The kinda days I like.
I woke up late to come to work. That’s been happening a lot lately.
Then I get into the shower, start to soap myself really well and then just when I’m white with foam all over, the water lessens kidogo, kidogo (little by little) then it gets really hot and bila (without) pressure, then finally it runs out. So I chuck form the shower scalded and soapy all over!!!!
What can I do? The reservoir tank is empty. No water anywhere and going to the neighbours is out of the question. So I take my towel and wipe off the foam and dress up. I mean, what else can I do? Then, as I am going to put the kettle on so that I can have some tea, the lights disappear! Jinx?!! I don’t know. What’s happening?
So I leave the house open for the House Keeper to come clean at around 9am. I’m hungry, my skin feels crusty cause of the soap and the only thing that can cheer me up is my beloved fluffy, but No! He doesn’t even come to me when I call. He looks at me without even lifting his head up from his paws on the ground. Okay, maybe he’s had as rough a night as I have, so I leave him alone and walk on out of the gate to catch my matatu (van used for public transport in Kenya). I get one almost immediately and I begin to think that the unlucky streak is over, but No. Something else awaits me.
Before I get to work, I go the guy that sold me the memory stick for my camera so that maybe, he can get me one that stores more than 30 pictures. He apparently, does not have a IGB memory stick and gives me 512MB one which will hardly suffice for the kind of work I’m planning to do. Besides, I already paid him enough for a 1GB one so he should be giving me two, instead, he tells me to take the 512 MB one and test drive it. I’ll go later to get see if he has nice new ones.
Anyway, I head on to work and guess what, the guards at the entrance ignore me, my desk which I share with about 79 other people is occupied and I’m wondering how the hell I’m expected to work if I don’t have a work station.
Next, I don’t even sit for five minutes and I’m already getting calls and emails that my beloved is the guy I have written about in my blog. He's been called too and wants to know if he can read my blog. Oh well, I say yes and sera sera. And here I am writing this right now wondering why I even mind the negativity in my life.
One thing is for sure. Whenever good things happen to me, I thank God for them and appreciate them with all of my heart for the short time that I know I will have with them. That, in my opinion is what makes life so damn interesting for me. The good things are boring, the bad things are exciting, and they define who I am, because in spite of all the bad stuff that I go through, I still manage to stay afloat and keep the little good part of me safe and locked up, where no one can interfere with it.
So thanks all you shit heads, for hating me, for mocking me, for insulting me, for destroying every good thing I work for and trying to mess up every good freindship I build up. Thanks a whole lot. You are the people that make me work all the harder and become all the more successful and satisfied with myself. Thank you
Hurrah to all you shit-heads!
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