Today just confirms what I have been denying for a long time. I love my job, but not my employer. The system, the bureaucracy can make you weep. I do actually. Weep. At times. I love what I do but the time has come to seriously assess my performance and growth personally. It feels like a great love affair gone sour, when you know the two of you are not meant to be but none dares to make the first move, as you do not want to be the one to make the heart breaking statement that it’s over. Sigh. I really needed the courage to move on and it’s beginning to build up. I feel the pressure to walk away, not to easier times. God knows the grass is not always greener on the other side, but I feel that there is more to my life than this. Why do I take so long to make decisions? Sigh. And yes. I know this is a one sided relationship where my employer will replace quicker than a blink, and feel nothing for me.
11 Jun 2013 1 Comment
Today is one of those days I would rather forget. Yesterday a male colleague gave me a branded shopping bag (like the ones we get at Nakumatt). I refused at first but he really insisted so I told another colleague to take it upstairs for me. And I forgot about it. Later when I was preparing to go home, the guy I had given it too reminded me to take it and even joked if he could keep it. I said gj was fine as I did not really need it, and suggested he give it to a female colleague. Well he did give it to the one female colleague I do not get along with in the office. Reason we do not get along is I once told her off for prying and commenting about my personal life. So this evening we were talking and this lady who got the bag starts telling this guy how embarrassed she was when another colleague found her in a cyber next to the work place and claimed the bag was hers, in a not so nice way, to the extent of telling her to remove her things from the bag! The lady was so ashamed and bought a paper bag to keep her things in. Now the one who was shamed thinks I did that on purpose. I have already apologized and explained how I got the bag, and I know it is not much. But I will do somethin to make it up to her. As for the lady in question, the “shamer” in this case, we talk and she has not brought it up so I guess the other lady did not tell her where she got the bag. But it still does not excuse her behaviour. As for the guy who gifted me the bag, he insists it was a genuine gift. My head is dizzy with all this. Should just do as my Mum taught me; to not give away my gifts. Let’s just say today is my most embarrassing day ever! Shame on me!
30 May 2013 Leave a Comment
Sigh. Abscondita has burnt two of my suits with the iron. Just realised the one I am wearing today has a scorch mark on the side too. She has always ironed tin clothes well but of late I do not know what is happening. So now I have to buy three new suits that I had not budgeted for. Why you do me like that Abscondita? Why? I am not looking forward to the conversation we will have when I get home in the evening. Sigh.
30 May 2013 4 Comments
Njeri is turning six months on Monday! Wow time does really fly. She is also sitting up well and. I have started weaning her. She is very receptive and a friendly Baby. Her favorite game is Peek-a-Boo and she has already broken her first rattle ha ha ha.
This is her cheeky look .
27 May 2013 1 Comment
Now that NSSF has asked us to register our house helps, they have not told us how to deal with those who do not want to be registered. Like my dear Abscondita. She says she does not need it as she is not going to be in employment long enough to have a tidy amount that will help her later in life. She is quite old and has always told me we’ll be her last employers. She is fine with NHIF but no NSSF for her and she’s adamant on the same. This is very interesting coming from someone who knows and gets paid minimum wage, overtime when applicable and wants to know when my annual leave is so she can plan for hers at the same time Before NSSF we had agreed to put part of her salary in her savings account which she can access after employment, and she is fine with it. How do i convince her to agree? And what to do when the NSSF folks knock on our door?