Today ,I actually got up before my alarm clock and dreadfully waited for it to ring shortly afterwards though at the same time slightly hoping that I had miraculously woken up an hour early and would somehow get a chance to doze off again into another dream. Last week's dreams were very interesting to say the least. Almost all of them, if not all , involved a chic that I had a fling or relationship with. I was kind of hoping this week I would proceed to the sequels. But before the show tonight there is obviously the drag of another normal day in section #54 (random number) of this city's grey business community... and as usual I'm just lounging on my mid back swivel. So what's new this week? I'm back to the risk and compliance department. Away from the hustle and bustle of administrative routines and random calls from unfamiliar voices when you''re busy enjoying the tranquil yet all-
important balance of having a job and being jobless at the same time.
The office shift comes at the most opportune time. On Saturday ,I had just received a briefing of how to take care
of stuff while Kephs ,the operational assistant was going to be away on Monday and Tuesday for a training exercise. So in short I was going to be subbing in for Keph's dirty work and today that included standing in one of the super-convoluted queues at electricity house for an entire hour...thank God for facebook! At least it gave me a chance to breathe and enjoy the fresh air that circulates regularly amongst the free spirits of the city, giving me a brief reminder of what it once felt like to loiter uninhibitedly on the streets of Nairobi. So as soon as I was done, I was back at the office just in time to be off for lunch and late enough to come back. At this point I should inform you that a random but attentive glance at the previous sentence will definitely conclude my working term in this office indefinitely, so... moving on swiftly onto hot waitresses and snubby -**ches.
Why is it that the well dressed, hot legged, pretty faced babe with a divinely sculpted trunk has to be the one looking away unamusedly when you steal an idle glance at them while the badly dressed, under groomed, but pretty faced waitress with undone hair is totally checking you out at your regular lunch joint while beaming shy smiles ever so often along your way after quite hospitably taking your order and delivering it in record time. It kinda feels like a lesson in life. The best things in life often come wrapped in the most unseeming of packages. Luckily enough the waitress still had a pretty face working for her ,otherwise her prettier personality would never stand a chance in Mars at drawing the attention or any casual bird-watcher. Who would ever get to realise the awesomeness that lies within, when you actually attempt to get to know a person like that?... maybe the uglier than usual ,short dude with a big ride and a custom built mansion who cant seem to score a real romantic relationship with any of the random hottes he goes for, who knows?... yet.. I somewhat doubt that even he will give her a decent try. A few of the sad realities in a society we have slowly come to accept
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