Not on top of the world

March 28, 2007 at 5:54 am (PMS, tired)

Be very, very glad you are not in my head right now. It’s a very scary place and if you happened to get lost in there it’s a guaranteed five years of therapy. It’s just been one of those bitch-ass weeks. Nothing specific to cause it – I suspect it’s PMS more than anything else. But dammit, I want it to go away.
To top it all off the one thing that usually calms me down and helps me reach some semblance of normalcy is busy doing great things. He’s working on a project that has him working into the wee hours of the morning. I think it’s an excellent vote of confidence – he’s bosses clearly thinks he’s marked for wonderful things (as do I…). I’m happy he’s doing it but I do miss him already.
Our hours are just not conducive to socialising right now so I’m stuck with myself. Trust me, that may sound reasonably ok, but not the way I am right now. I’m tired, moody and bloated. And I crave chocolate and salt (not together of course).
This is going to be a damn long week.

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Strike!

March 26, 2007 at 11:13 am (brain, Monday blues, tired)

My head feels as if it’s filled with cottonwool. I just can’t seem to keep it together today. I don’t know if it’s a Monday thing or if I’m just suffering from lack of oxygen in this office…My colleagues all seem bright and bubbly – perhaps they’ve got some secret weapon I have yet to discover.
Maybe it’s because I didn’t have breakfast. Maybe it’s because I’m worried about my car. Maybe it’s because I’m only doing an interview at 17h30. Maybe it’s just because today my brain has decided it’s going to lie down and nothing, not even two cups of strong coffee, is going to jolt it out of its lethargic state.
So alas, dear readers, there will be no succint, witty, funny or thought-provoking posts today. My brain is on strike.

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It’s the weekend!

March 23, 2007 at 3:05 pm (friday, relax, weekend)

It’s Friday afternoon. The sun is shining. That’s all that really matters right now. I hope you and yours have a good one. Even though I should be worrying about car brakes and unfinished stories, I’m not going to. That’s why monday’s were invented.

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Update from the Other Side

March 23, 2007 at 7:01 am (colleagues and friends, moving)

Ok, so I’ve reached the end of my first week on “the other side”. It wasn’t that bad actually. The people here have been quite friendly, if quiet. There’s one girl who’s rather loud but she sits a few offices away from me. The guy next to me is very, very quiet and the tannie with whom I share an office isn’t really a chatterbox.
I must admit, I do miss the other side terribly. Even though the people here are friendly it’s just not the same. A person misses a person’s friends and all that.
Anyway, this is just an update of life on the other side. I will periodically post updates but if this week was anything to go by, it’s not going to be exciting posts.
Or at least until the crazy woman who is on leave gets back. Now that should be interesting.

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Winners and losers

March 23, 2007 at 6:56 am (awards, brag, ego)

What do you say to someone who comes to you and says you have to check the newspaper so you congratulate them (the paper carried a report of those nominated for an award)? You tell them to excuse you because you need to run to the loo to puke. That’s what.
Jissie, this girl who studied with me, Mary, is such an egomaniac she’s going out of her way to tell people she’s been nominated for one of the most prestigious journalism awards in SA. But wait, it’s not even for something she came up with. So ja, niggie brêk op skuld.
She’s such a pathetic excuse for a human being and it was a sad day indeed when Mary was born…

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It’s not just black and white

March 23, 2007 at 6:47 am (crime, drug dealers, murder, Stacie Wiese, vigilante justice)

Pictures of an enraged Mitchell’s Plain community dominated TV news last night and this morning newspapers are splashed with bloodthirsty crowds chasing after alleged drug dealers. Shocking that people have lost it so much they’d take the law into their own hands but I can understand where they’re coming from.
The horrific murder of Stacie Wiese set it all off and people have now simply said enough is enough.
Having lived in that community for most of my life I know how desperate people are. I know how much they hate the scourge of drugs that have hit the community. I know that they want to get a better life their kids but can’t because temptation is all around.
I am not a violent person but I can fully understand why these people are losing it. Now two mothers have been arrested for assaulting a drug dealer while he walks around free to peddle some more.
Intellectually I know that vigilantism is wrong but emotionally I am with all those moms who have lost their kids to tik.

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Separation

March 22, 2007 at 2:56 pm (longing, love, missing, poem, separation)

This is for a friend who is really missing her other half. It’s my absolute favourite poem in the world, followed closely by Robert E Frost’s The Road Less Travelled.

Mrs M, this is for you.

SEPARATION
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
– WS Merwin

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No Human Rights

March 21, 2007 at 6:49 am (human rights day, public holiday, work)

It’s Human Rights Day in South Africa today – a public holiday. But clearly I don’t have human rights because I’m stuck at work and still going to be here for a long time. It’s deadline day so there’s no way I’m going home before 8pm. Nice, huh?

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Coffee coloured comments

March 21, 2007 at 6:41 am (investec, patronising, racism, training)

So I did an EQI (emotional quotient intelligence) test yesterday. It’s part of this programme at work where they’d like to develop young talent to grow in the company.
At the meeting where it was all explained a girl asked if it was a “coloured thing”. Some laughed; others didn’t.
I thought it was rather silly of her to say that especially as the publisher made a concerted effort to explain that they’re trying hard to right the wrongs of the past – or something like that.
She thinks it’s patronising for them to develop non-whites and this kinda stumps me…If you’re given a chance to grow and develop; go on training course; get guidance from those in the know, etc, why would you throw it back in their faces.
Look at the Investec dude, Bonga Bangani. He resigned because he felt he wasn’t given enough training and just treated as a token black. Racism is rife there, he says.
Now we (at our company) are being given the tools to not be token blacks and this girl thinks it’s patronising.
So this makes me wonder – if white management gives you a chance to develop, it’s patronising. And if they ignore you, it’s racism. Can anyone explain to me exactly what they must do to get it right?

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Recurring nightmares

March 20, 2007 at 6:07 am (annoying, stalker, talker)

She doesn’t want to leave me alone. I’ve moved to the other side of the office yet she tracks me down to talk. I’m going to go insane if she gives me that sickeningly sweet smile and asks me how the fuck I’m doing.
Not only does she bug me by wanting to talk all the time – she does it when I’m really busy. And she knows this.

This is what I’ve tried to get rid of her. If you can think of any more suggestions, please let me know.
1) Get up and walk to the water cooler hoping she’ll follow then eventually leave (it worked a
few times but now she waits).
2) Type away as she talks hoping she’ll get the drift (this has never worked; I don’t know
why I thought it would. Sy’s taai.)
3) Lift the receiver of your telephone and pretend you’re getting ready to make a call. (It can
work but will backfire if she hangs around waiting for you to finish. In this case pretend
the line is busy and say loudly that you have to try again in a few minutes because your
deadline looms).
4) Say loudly that your deadline looms. (This has proven to be a complete failure. She even
asks if I’m busy, or better, says “You look busy.” When I say I am she says shame and
continues to talk her head off.)
5) Say you have to meet someone somewhere (try to be vague so as not to be caught out
later; lies have a way of catching up with you)
6) Say you need to pee. (This will not work if she also has to go to the ladies. Yes, it happens.)
7) Don’t respond to anything she says. (This never works because she talks non-stop and
doesn’t require an answer. Ever).

Ok, so this is what I’ve done. Anybody got any other bright ideas? Please…

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