Eyebrows and Managers

People usually see me and assume i spend a huge amount on my nails, or hair or whatever.

That is not true. But that is besides the point.

I constantly search out ways to find cheaper things all the time.

However I've  found that Lagos girls people  are never too pleased with me when they ask me about something,

and I say- oh I got it at the market, or so its at so and so and so.

First off they give me that- Urgh you go to the market look.

then never ask me ever again- Which I really do not mind.

Lately its my eyebrows. This girl in my office had been commenting on the shape of my brows repeatedly for maybe  2 weeks or so.

I just smile and say thank you. never saying anything.

However when we were in Abuja for work she came along, and continued to make a fuss about them.

Then I figured I should just tell her the truth about my art work drawings every morning.- Before one day she will see me without them and die of shock.

So one morning over breakfast after she made a fuss, I casually mentioned how Its all pencil and I really have no eye brows or so to speak.

Next thing she asked-

What Shop in the UK did I buy my eye pencil.

I said oh- my friend gave it me

which technically isn't a lie as steph gave it to me, and I'm positive she bought it in FESTAC.

so yesterday at work, she waylaid me and said i have to show her this eye pencil, that its sooo nice and yada yada yada.

So eventually sent her the picture.

Her response- It doesn't look like its from the UK.

me : *ends chat*


And I wish my manager would just over look the fact that I'm a later comer to work.

because I work extra hours- Everyday. and i deliver on time. So what does coming early really have to do with anything.

Today he threatened to pull me out of the job because I came in 50 mins late.

Fuck that shit. the office stays putting me on clients that are at the opposite end of town, every fucking time.

Like its my fault i live close to the office.

And to think I applied because it was so close to home.

Hiss.

I know I said I wont complain this year- But that phone call really rattled me.

Especially since I just realised that this isnt what i want to do anymore.

Make Partner- Yes.

Make Money- Hell yes. and making partner wont even give me that kind of money.

I need to finish my essays and apply to schools.

I need to get away from work.

Same old, different new.

so back to work after the strike, and we have to put in 30 extra hours during the week. bleh.

But i dont mind, im off to the Buj for work.
this would be my year of little or no complaining.

only appreciation and thanksgiving.

actually that would be my new years resolution, to be more positive and to be thankful.

On Monday while I was at the Lovers place, we were boiling yam and i was having problems

opening the new pack of St Louis Sugar( You know the blue rectangular one- yes that one)

and he helped me open it and I said to him-

Do you know there was a time we bought sugar out of the carton, like 5 for N10.

and he looked at me.

And I knew then that he understood.

That there are many things money would not do to me.

However i am worried about my children, with my new hours at work and all that
I have no idea how i will cope, but im sure God has it all figured out.

I need to find a way to move my work out video onto my Ipad so I can do it at the gym.

I've also realised how much resentment I hold towards packing. it probably stems from my indecision which gives my to my inability to pack light.

Writing essays- trying to sell your self in the most attractive light possible, is a process everyone should attempt to go through. or go through. There is so much I have learnt from my self during this process.

one of which I think is this - I am fluid in my person.

to person A I am fire, person B - Wind. Person C- Earth.

what I'm still working through if this is a great or good thing. ( nothing about me is bad- New years resolution remember?)

Hows the move back from the National strike? Amazing, did we utilize the time?

Or did we Occupy the Lover? like I did?

URGH

*throws laptop against the wall*

i cant believe the average class score of GMAT for cambridge is 690.

not only that but i have tto write an essay about my future career path.

Please do i look like a sooth sayer?

How many people are able to say this is what i know i want to do with my life at 22?

scratch that. apparently many people know.

although this is inherently lazy, i am contemplating having one of those PFL people aid my application.

yes i know its lazy, but i fear if i go through this with no one holding my hand, i will quit and slip into a bridezilla, except its not a wedding but a masters.

urgh urgh urgh!!!!!!