Phases of faces in the offices

She just could not stop musing at the different things that she comes in contact with every second. She wakes up at times looking forward to being at work, other times she just wants to lay back, enjoying the warmth of her bed and snuggling her legs in between her husband's....

Ok...It was said that 75% of one's time(her unresearched report) is spent in the office..well, that explains why the musing over the different characters and activities that she sees everyday. She will be describing the different phases of faces she comes in contact with everyday

Phase A: She has the homely-good-girl look. She affiliates with everybody, always quick to say "can i have your bbm pin"; give me your #" Do this and you are done for! She is a like a smell from a fart that would not fade, like a monitoring spirit that guides your every action. She speaks about you behind your back and comes to tell on the person by turning the table around and attributing every of her utterances to the silly ear that granted her attention. The middle name is snitch

Phase B: The ambitionless soul. Job desccription

• Visits blogs and indepth knowledge of gossip blogs
• Watch movies and have a passion for sourcing & distributing movies
• Tell lies
• ability to campaign and organize parties
• Other required skills: indolent, lethargic, suave

Phase C: Madame I can do all things thru Christ that strengthens me. She has a good knowledge and understanding of the activities of the company. She does not do wrong in her own eyes.

Phase D: All of a sudden he wants to be at the centre of everything, controlling what he has no knowledge of. If you are not careful, he will bowl the management over with his sugar coated tongue and take over your job


...to be continued

WORKERS' DAY

Happy Workers Day folks!

My understanding of this significant day is a special day dedicated to workers in appreciation of their efforts both for the public or private workers.

A digression.. as i have been racking my brain thinking on what to write. So many things about the day but i keep deleting, typing and deleting. Could it be the frustration that i did not enjoy the day the way I had planned? Don't blame me...this is just rantings of someone made to come for a meeting on the day dedicated to her.

Days like this are usually one that all workers are enthusiatic about...but really???

Weird Life

I struggled with the title to give this story of mine...not not mine..., my friend actually.

Life to people connotes different things. We want to know who we are or even what we are most times. Many theories, ideologies and cultural backgrounds have been. But, the value of it is its achieved purpose.

Anyway, one of my perspectives to life is the reason for living and I can add, the essence of life.

Being philosophical is definitely out of it. However, some people's lifestyles could be a perfect guide for philosophers to have a specific understanding of LIFE....the likes of Pluto and Aristotle must have missed out on this discovery.

Well, according to my friend, she was on her way for an appointment with her boss when the car developed a fault. she said she had to board a bike to the place as she was running late. Getting there, the motorcyclist had no change...with her eagle eye, she spotted a shop and requested for a chilled bottle of Maltina.

She was savouring the chillness of her drink, if you have been inside Lagos sun for few minutes, savouring will definitely be an understatement, before I veer of, when a call came in just as she was about giving the seller his money.

My friend always get carried away when she is on the phone...so it was no different on this particular date

The man collected the money and told her to come inside the shop for her change, she finished the drink and stepped into the Shop for her change when she saw the fat old man oooohing and aaaahing.

A brief glance....the man was mastrubating, and boy! was he not enjoying it?

She said she did not wait to see what was down there before taking to her heels.

An old man, she referred to him. She called him sick, deranged and a could-be child rapist.

That is his life. That is the value he gets from living. Why? He did not mind if he was caught, it's part of him...doling out change in the aaahing and ooohing process..it's not an embarrassment to him. Something that gives you fulfillment is no embarrasment, doing that adds a kind of value to him.

My friend did not find it funny but hey! the man had discovered himself...

 

With the anti-gay law signed...baba needs to be discreet with his oohing & aahing#justsayin#

Life Choices

Life offers varied choices
Yet it gives limited chance
Many opportunities abound in it
But sometimes comes once
Itself, life is one
But lived as more
To make up for its limitless
and to explore its abundance
The life lived in:
Once or more
Can never be duplicated
How it is lived however,
Can never be duplicated

Passion

All the time i ask myself

 

What is in me?

What inspires me?

Where is the talent?

How do i locate it?

Where do i start?

Can i do this?

 

We all have it;

A slight push with detailed attention is all that's needed to spread it all out.