Quickie Update

Considering how long it took me to open Word, I can’t exactly call it QUICK. I have a system plagued by Trojans.

I’ve updated my blog roll. To be fair, I was subscribed to most of the blogs for ages, but I was lazy to update my template (which I still haven’t started work on). Oh, and I also made my header image a link back to the home page (a fair feat, believe me).

Anyway, my weekend was mostly dry. Went to Agbara, slept all through, and decided to escape Agbara yesterday afternoon to engage in ‘other’ activities. I’d talk about the traffic I had to endure on Thursday, but it was generally a crappy day, and I don’t feel like sharing.

I hate my hair. Did some thing that I feel is a cross between something my mum would do and a cheap 70’s afro style. A few people at work said they liked it, but what do they know? Doesn’t help that a certain someone cracked like, 10 jokes over it on Sunday. It’ll be gone by Friday night.

Apparently I might soon be moving out. It’s something that’s happening quicker than I thought. Never has the road to freedom looked so foreboding. It’s a really good offer. Best I’ve heard in a while… ok, EVER, and I know if I wait till January like I wanted, I might regret it. I’m so confused. And if I pay now, it means I’ll have to wait a while longer for an ipod and a new phone, the latter of which I desperately need. Will talk to mother, she knows best.

I’m also faintly broke. I’m not starving or anything, but considering what I earned last month, it’s an embarrassing balance to have more than a week before the next pay-day.

I’m considering buying Fidelity shares. But what do I know? I’ve bought 3 sets of shares this year, and I STILL don’t have a broker. I admit it, I’m lazy. And I have only received the share certificate for ONE.

I’m also having body image issues. Nothing new there, but it’s bugging me more than usual these days, so for like, the millionth time in my short life, I’m on a diet.

Speaking of the body, I still have that damned cough. I’ve conceded defeat and started OD’ing on cough syrup.

I’m wearing a new suit. I like it loads.

Did I mention I really hate my hair?

Peace.

 

Hellish Stuff

I left my house at 5.30 this morning. Why? Cos of those dam rats! The instant i stepped into my room last night, there it was, ruing of the window in front my bed. I did nothing. Instead, I picked up the bag I dropped and walked out the way I came. My sis and I seriously contemplated telling my dad. But he was being his usual, charming self, complaining about pointless things, and succeeded in pissing us off. You know there’s something wrong if you can’t tell ur father there are creatures living with you cos he won’t be of any use. Sleeping last night was not enjoyable. I had to wrap my feet, and my eyes kept popping open.

I had a dream I got a free laptop and was left home alone. Only for my ‘boyfriend’ to turn up being some cute but annoyingly smiley blond guy(????). Signs of the times?

Anyway, I left early this morning cos D’s not going to work today. I haven’t followed him since Monday cs he didn’t have “fuel”, instead he followed his dad. I’ve already mocked/insulted him sufficiently for that.

But, lo, our staff bus… 3 of them, zoomed past me as I stood at what I was told was the rendezvous point, despite my fanatical waving and looks of desperation. I was seriously considering taking PT, but then this guy stops in front of me. Some middle-aged police officer (STALKER) that lives around me, who (for some reason) I keep jamming, and who I also found to my horror, works as part of the security at my bank.

But I entered.

Cos I’m retarded. It was only about twenty minutes, but it felt like YEARS. He did the usual. Misyanned, asked for my number (of which I gave my old no that’s probably been barred by Celtel), told me how the first day he saw me… you know the rest. But the red light went up when he tried to take my hand. I recoiled so quickly he reversed the action. I stayed in that position till I got to work.

Needless to say I almost flew out before the car stopped. He was acting hurt, asking if I was married (that question has become disturbingly common these days), if not, wasn’t he man enough??? Oh, the revulsion.

I guess I don’t need to say I’ve sworn to not enter the cars of stalkers. These are the moments when I appreciate following D ever so much, even he has his own pervy moments.

At least I can swat him.

It’s Raining… Men

//listening to Until the End of Time – Justin Timberlake (Dipo’s, it’s all your fault)//
Yeah, so as of yesterday morning, I wasnt sure what to expect from this week. Yes, despite, beaten and muddied by rain at 5 in the morning just so I could catch the ruddy staff bus. Despite being the first person to get to work, for the first time (and probably the last time,) ever. Despite my hair turning into mush COS of the rain.
I wasn’t sure what to expect.
I was major chuffed cos the rains were back! Hurray! You know what? Rain is sexy. J yes I said it!
But other than which, the day was going along pretty drily. That is, until the following happened:
a. Our manager said he wanted to see me; b. the new guy forgot one of the rules of public relations c. I destroyed the file cabinet and; d. my main stalker’s behaviour got me really blown away by the fact that MEN ARE PIGS.
Didn’t see my boss till 10 minutes to closing time however, and considering what had ensued all day, I was happy for the distraction. Turns out, he’d been notified of my move to IT, but he chose to act like he had just sat down and come up with this great idea. I could have said that I already knew, but he was probably feeling like the hero that saved the damsel corper in career distress, so what kind of person would I be go there? Afterwards though, I felt a slab of guilt. I’d probably get round to doing a lot more things in life I hadn’t been a depressing overdose of conscience at birth. Just because the current department I’m in, is sadly understaffed, and even with 2 corpers there, there’s still pressure.
I know what you’re thinking, this is not my cross to bear, but what can I say, I’m SOFT HEARTED. Nothing can stop me from leaving if… when I get moved though. HE-LLO, career path here! (*snap*)
Anyway, there I am trying to mind my own business, just so the suspiciously friendly (there’s something weird about it) new guy would come up to me, all smiles and greeting. The following happens:

Suspiciously Friendly New Guy: “How was the weekend!?
Wary Me: Uh, it was ok, I guess.
SFNG: Great! Just great!
Wary Me(*organizing some documents, not wishing to be disturbed*): Yeah…
SFNG: Say, is that your real hair?
At that point, I figured he was going to say something complimenting, and if he had, I would have thought he was full of crap, cos my hair wasn’t the best just then (remember, rain?). So to avoid that I said:
Me: Yeah… it’s terrible right now
SFNG: (Nodding) Yeah, very terrible. Why didn’t you do something to it? (
STRIKE 1)
Talk about slap in the face people!
Me: (Dark cloud settling over my features) Rain beat it actually.
SFNG: oh. Okay. (Walks away)

You’re probably wondering what my problem is. Do I need to point it out? From that point, it was like, I began exaggerate his statement. I became paranoid, convinced it really did look like I’d run through the elements 5 times over. And everyone was thinking it. Deep down I knew it wasn’t bad, and I was being silly, but gosh, it BUGGED me. Finally, after AGES of worry, or in realistic terms, 15 minutes I ran into the bathroom with a comb and redid it. All the while hating on that new guy. Turns out, no-one noticed either way. No-one … but the suspiciously-friendly new guy. Fast forward to an hour later:

Me(minding my own biz yet again)
SPNF: Hey! You did your hair!
Me(giving him a chance to LET IT GO): Huh?
SPNF: Your hair!
Me(giving another chance): What about it?
SPNF: You redid it!
Me(feigning a lack of comprehension): No I didn’t.
SPNF(not vey bright when it comes to hints is he?): Yes, you did! It’s different! You did it!
(STRIKE 2)
Me: Oh, that, I just combed it… whatever.

I don’t care what YOU think, dude should have let it go. I saw him this morning, daring him with my eyes to make a comment.
Oh, I destroyed our file cabinet yesterday. I leaned on it, forgetting it was over-stuffed, and it gave way. Oops, waves of files, that’s all I can say.

Finally this part may get a little long-winded, but it’s literally close to my heart.
MEN ARE PIGS. Even the nice ones have issues. Why are guys not attuned to monogamy? Why must they represent themselves as weak-willed, poorly-disciplined beings when it comes to the opposite sex? I refuse to think of it as a “guy thing” cos I happen to know one or two… okay, just one guy that respects himself. I cant speak for any other person. You’re all reading this now, going, “ah, that ain’t me”. IT’s A LIE! THAT IS YOU!
I don’t hate anyone for it, it’s your life, but it just makes me want to stay single. I literally hear daily stories of young men, old men ( I could almost understand their own, at least), married men, engaged men, dating men, that are QUITE UNABLE to NOT chase anything in a skirt that’ll answer them. If you want to be promiscuous, I don’t care, but for goodness’ sake, don’t get some attaché you’ll call wife, or girlfriend. It’s INSULTING and DISGUSTING. I really lose a lot of respect for men that cheat. Men that don’t take relationships seriously, or are SERIAL daters.
It gets me. Right here.
What pains me more, is, it’s almost acceptable. There are actually women that “look the other way”. Others joke about it, like they’re talking about a bad habit like… farting when in company. Others assume this false, self-deceiving air of authority, saying, “I don’t care what he does, as long as I/people don’t find out, then I’ll just kill him”. A rare few, go out and get theirs.
And it’s always funny to watch the way these same men react to cheating partners. As in, funny ha ha. They get all messed up and bitter and foolish… I’ve seen it, I assure you. If you don’t like the girl anymore, dude, break up. She’ll be upset, but it shows respect. Keeping her as a “backup” is dirty. Hmm, not sure why I used THAT word, but I think it fits.
And many girls are out there going, ‘uh uh, MY man doesn’t do that’. Well, if it makes you feel better. Granted, there are those that don’t. I feel there are those that it’s SOOOOO obvious they’ll be cheating on you a week after your wedding. If they aren’t already. J
Again, I ask, guys, what’s your problem? Is that how bad you are? How weak you are? Is that how much you don’t respect yourself? I know a few stories of guys whose wives outta town. Her side of the bed wasn’t even cold. Of guys, whose response to “aren’t you engaged” or “aren’t you seeing someone” is “so? I’m not married”. Like that ever stopped anyone. Or “so? The more the merrier!”. That one, I think, was AMAZING. Some have the guts to look guilty, and would go, “I don’t want to honestly, but you know, temptation” or “she’s been gone so long”.
WEAK. WEAK. WEAK. PATHETIC.
It doesn’t matter if the other woman’s a one-night stand (which is the most ridiculous), or a “temp”, or a full blown relationship. So don’t console yourself with “well, it’s not like I was DATING someone else”.
It’s scientifically proven, no-one, man or woman, was made to not be able to do without sex. You just want to believe you are. You want to blame your weakness on biology. No-one’s to blame, guys, but your RIDICUOLOUS, OVER BLOWN view of your own anatomy.
(*Sigh*) This hurts me, it really does. My stalker was on the phone with his by-the-side girlfriend, and the nasty things he was saying bout her body while staring me in the face like the perv he is, made me wonder.
Am I talking from experience? Honestly, no. But I have become worried by the caliber of men that we have to weed through nowadays. Successful, intelligent, charming little lecherous, scheming bastards. Out there, ruining our perception of the good ones. The good ones, on the other hand… well…
Now that I’ve let that out, my eye’s twitching. Definite sign of stress. I’m going for lunch.

The Printer Is Out To Get ME!!

Serious;y, it was the beginning of a very bad ending of a quite alright day.
It just kept jamming, EVERY TIME i tried tp print, and after this hahd happened twice, I began to feel very stupid. What’s worse was that, every one was acting like i was probably not very machine-friendly. Come on, I’ve been using computers since i was 5. Yeah, back in the good ole MS-DOS days, with the DOT-MATRIX contraptions they called printers. It was the insult more than anything else that got me wired.
I HATE being treated like I’m stupid. Not to sound malicious or anything, but there are a couple I talk to that I still harbour a small amount of resentment for, cos they somehow called me STUPID.
Luckily, after about 6 paper jams, the person I work with tried it (not before feeling pointlessly confident that i was incapable of placing papers in a printer), and it jammed. All of a sudden, the printer was no good, call the IT guy.
(*eye roll*)
We were working a slightly urgent job, and I dont know, maybe she was trying to channel her frustrations, she started getting touchy with me; most importantly, started acting like i was an absentminded airhead. I couldnt take it anymore, and proceeded to snap back at her power-hungry ass.
In the middle of her “teaching me something imprtant” a.k.a. teaching me something I already knew how to do (during which i was staring hard at the screen, but actually listening to nearby gossip), I remembered that mh HOD had given me some docs to copy. Ages ago. I bounced off and ran to do that. When i came back, the woman got all touchy and resentful again, saying she was “teaching me something important” and she hadnt finished, but now she has, and i wasnt there. I rolled my eyes at her BS.
But more than ever, I CANT wait to leave. Which reminds me, quick update, I finally went back to IT, or it actually came to me when i went to retrieve a new ID. The guy said he would check up on it, and then shock horror, this evening, the AGM, popped in and remembered me. I got to get out of here. Talk about severe job dissatisfaction.
My sister got robbed today. I know, it’s like, becoming chronic. Yesterday, a co-worker was attacked on her way to work. You see, when i worked close to home, i didnt even have to be UP before 7.45. Ah, but the joys of IT firms. Went to see her at her new job, she was a lot less upset than i thought. In fact she didnt seem to mind. My sister isnt much of a cash handler, her phone was dirt cheap, considering as her last 2 phones were stolen, and her brand new shoes were in her hands. The thieves were probably fooled by her huge bag. The only thing i know she’ll miss there is her extensive mak up collection. Go figure.
I have pimples. Lots of them.
I so dont know what’s up with my Google ads, man.