Monday, July 14, 2008

Emotional Problems?

Something I saw today made me remember something really sad....and as much as I felt emotional about it, I couldn't express my emotions. It's weird because I never can express my emotions at the "acceptable" times...I bottle them up till I feel I'll burst with them, but at the same time, I feel like I have a block of ice barely beating in my chest. The craziest thing is, I cry over ridiculous stuff like movies and books....things that I know are purely works of fiction.

I wonder if I have taken a defense mechanism too far....I long to just let it all out and be cleansed! Like five minutes ago, I felt like writing poetry, and all that has been coming to mind is "And I will piece together the broken shards of my heart again." Am I weird for that?

I think I'm just depressed...

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Update on pO and Work Woes....

How una dey my people? Sorry I've been MIA for a while now....I have been busier than I thought I would be...Chei, American work and MCAT wahala no go kill me!
Anyways, I'm here to update as promised oh...bear with me if I wander off topic; I just got back from work and my mind is not fully functional. Ok...where to begin....Ah yes, pO.

I had been mulling over it for a while, trying to figure out what to do about the idiot; whether I should report him or not. I talked about it with H, my other friend, and she told me to let it go; after all, A had not done anything about it. I didn't think that was the best logic, but A herself didn't want to report him since she wasn't harmed, and A said she was also thinking of his family back home. She didn't want anything to happen to him here and put his family in a bind; A is softhearted like that. pO was sooo lucky....he should thank his stars; he better not try it again. A said she also told him to back off, 'cos she wasn't playing with him anymore; Sha I've told her to make sure sh's never alone with him again. pO's brother came to visit from 9ja for a week, and during that time, A, H, and I were basically the ones who took him around and kept him entertained. Sure I was a bit irritated at first, but then, why should I blame the young man for having a useless brother? pO has stopped harassing A; He claims that she is "in love with his brother". Can you imagine that? He didn't even stop because he felt he did something wrong, but because she's in love with his brother? What an idiot.

The idiocy that pO embodies, however, has not ended. This moron called H on Saturday and told her to come over. She did so, thinking it was an emergency 'cos he made it sound that way. Before I continue, lemme give you brief background information here. H has known pO for almost 4 yrs now, and gone through "the cycle" with him. He's harassed her for a long while now, and he finally gave up when he realised she was sticking with her current boyfriend, LB; this was about 5 months ago. Then pO moved to A and you know the story. Ok, back to the gist. So H goes over, expecting to find an incapacitated pO, but no. He answers the door, looking as healthy as ever. She goes in and asks him why he called her over. pO makes her sit, then proceeds to tell her how he wants her so bad, and how they need to get together so she can "give him some." H told me she was just in shock for a while, then she reminded him that she had a boyfriend. pO's response was that "LB doesn't have to know; we can get out of this town and have a good time." At this point, H was disgusted, so she told him that he should not bother her and left. Sine then, the pervert has been blowing up her phone. The last time, yesterday, he told her to give him a response by Friday. Now she's just ignoring his calls. Can you believe the unmitigated gall of this idiot? How can one person misbehave so much? Has he no shame, flipping between close friends? And for that matter, trying to force unwanted attention on a person? Shaaz, he won't try anything physical with H because she will deal with him....she is stronger than him! Una help me see wahala?


I am not going to let pO's stupidity ruin my happiness sha. I finally got paid today! After three weeks of work with no pay, my boss came by today and handed me my paycheck...you should have seen how I was shining my teeth ehn! You can't blame me oh...my account has been dry like the Gobi desert for the past week, and all my bills have been waiting. I just found out though that my boss gave me the wrong amount of money sha....It's not his fault though, I put in the wrong amount of hours. He has promised to rectify the situation though....I can't wait to do my happy dance oh...the fruit of my labors will be well spent!



Speaking of work, I'm about to discipline someone at work oh. I told you all about BZee and SK, but I didn't tell you about HS because I hadn't met him at the time. HS's job at my workplace is basically to make copies and pull charts and do whatever else needs to be done. In all my life, I have never met such an annoying, lazy human being! He comes in to work, looks around like he plans to do something, puts his head on the desk and SLEEPS. He is being paid oh, no be say na volunteer. At first I ignored it, 'cos I figured he just didn't have anything to do at the time. But then, this human being started showing his true colors; I gave him a number of files that needed to be copied, and this warey asked me if I was going to lunch. I said "No, why?", and the mugu had the nerve to tell me that I should go do it myself because HE's about to go eat lunch; and get this, this was at 11:15. I had to be civilized, so I insisted till he did it. After that I gave him a list of files to get from the record room, and he told me, "But you still have one file there, do that first." I was taken aback oh...see me see trouble. I almost told him "Common shut up your dirty mouth and go get those files my friend!", before I calmed myself down, and with as much civility as I could muster, I insisted he get the files and he did. My red eye was threatening to show oh. Then I was reading my e-mail during lunch and I felt a presence hovering. I jumped up and nearly pulled some Jackie Chan moves, just for me to discover the same idiot HK just hovering over my shoulder. By now, my hand was beginning to itch. I sat down and continued to read my e-mail, just for me to turn and see HK reading my e-mail, comfortably with me. Then he even had the nerve to ask me stupid questions about my PERSONAL e-mails that he just read. I asked the mumu why he was reading my e-mail over my shoulder and he replied that I should "Chill out, it's not like he was doing anything wrong." See pikin when I for don born finish, if no be say na America we dey ehn....To crown it all, HK went back to sleep and said I should wake him up when I needed copies. That wasn't what annoyed me though. This boy sat with his back to me, an I was just enjoying my snack in my corner of the cubicle when I heard psss...po po po po pah! This boy had just given me 21 gun salute of mess, and just when I was trying to enjoy my snack oh! To make matters worse, the thing de smell, bad (You Indians and their spicy food). To add insult to injury, he woke up and said, "Oh. was that me?" Before nko? Him no fit identify his own toxin? Me and BZee said yes, and he replied, "I was asleep, it's not like I could control it." E be like like say dem never sound that boy well well before. I might be the one to do it. Inside my mind, I thought "If dem born you well, try me again today. You will surely see my red eye." It's like he heard my thoughts because he didn't try anything useless again throughout the week. Una for see me for evening news for child abuse. Because him think sey dem born am for America....I will soon give him some Nigerian discipline. *hiss*


I have to share this with you too oh. My supervisor at work na oyinbo girl. The type who gives evidence for the dumb blonde stereotype. I'd just met her for the first time last week, and she was trying to pronounce my name. I don't think my name is that difficult to pronounce, but then, it has been butchered so many times. Before the young lady would bite her tongue, I gave her a short version of my name, and told her not to worry, that I know my name is hard to pronounce for many here. After she insisted on continuing for a while she finally gave up and called me the nickname. After that, she proceeded to say one of the dumbest things I've heard: "Its okay. I bet the same way your name is hard is the same way my name and other English names must seem so exotic back in Africa. By the way, how long have you been here? You speak such good English for someone who just learnt it." Wth? First off, her name is Megan. Secondly, I speak better English than she does. I'm used to such comments now though, so I don't get offended. Still, that was funny.


I've gotten carried away again and written a long post. Abegi, make I go hit my books for a while before I hit the bed.



Enjoy your week!