yesterday and today have been something else all together. with the way things are going on here, i keep wondering whether i wouldnt go kolomental one day. what with the endless calls coming in and me having to attend to this or that clients requests inbetween getting some paperwork done. (did i also mention having to answer to the boss et a)?!
my life practically revolves round work, work and more work! dont know when i'll be bold enuf to free myself from all these cos, hell, i got talent! (even if i say so myself). i know i'd make far more money just doing the things i love to do and at my own pace, not having anyone barking down orders at me and all. anyways, i know its just a matter of time cos i just need to get my acts together, establish good contacts that i cud tie my biz around and then just walk away from it all. hell, i know the stress i go thru coming all the way from that end of Lagos where i live to the island. i hop on a bus everyday to and fro and when i can afford it, dare to take a cab which of course wud drill a hole in my pocket if i did that constantly.
Wondering why i'm not whining about Mr. Talk-the-talk and all of 'em today?! Simple, i've decided to treat trash for what it is: T.R.A.S.H. Having talked things over last nite with K, i decided iwas going play hi sgame with him. what game?!......... the power game of course! i've decided to be ambitious enuf to want to play his game with him and enjoy every moment of it. my strategies having plotted them seem to want to conflict with my christian values but i seek comfort in the scriptures that tell me "be thou as gentle as a dove and as wise (crafty if u like) as a serpent.'' there u have it. i look forward to the next Monday ritual cos boy am i gonna love it.
Had this disturbing thot about K's health issues earlier on when he mentioned he was seeing his doctor. (Now K's the guy i'm seeing , he's proposed to me actually but we're kinda taking me to know each other well cos of our different nationalities).
We're gud together, kinda easy going and comfortable relationship, no hassles. Its not like a previous relationship which was like a rollercoaster ride (the highs, the lows, heartthumping, andrenalin rushes and all). This is a much calmer, steady flowing relationship. but lately i discovered he's got some health issues, kidney stones and glaucoma in his eyes. he's trying real hard to be brave about it but i know he's scared. i've tabled his issue before God and i know with me partnering on his healing, all of these will be history bit i just need him to believe.
We're supposed to have met my mum, (i've met his parents already) but i'm kinda hesistant cos u can never tell with my mum (now thats story for another day).
I'm looking forward to the long weekend when i'll decide if he comes over to meet her. God help me!
gotta go enuf said for one day (tho i cud go on and on it's my blog afterall but hey, anyone reading this and reaching this end is surely someone without a life)..........just kidding, cheerio.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
An avenue to express anger, hurt, love, fear and appreciate the beauty that life is.
...still trying to get over the shock of yesterday's outburst of 'Mr. Talk-the-talk'. To think i was merely tring to suggest a more professional approach to the way things should be done in line with his reforms. All i get is an outburst at how not to 'dictate' to management on what to do (not withstanding that 'management' created the forum for suggestions on how to get jobs done efficiently and subsequently move the company forward).
Anyways, i count that as one of those days when it just had to be someone taking the 'dressing down' (as Mr. Talk-the-talk is wont to do on the weekly rituals known as 'board meetings').
In an ever-so rapidly changing and fast paced biz world where you compete to get and keep clients especially thru a culture of efficient and customized service delivery, one constantly needs to keep abreast on current trends. Now precious time is being wasted on a Monday morning, correcting a secretary's mistakes. And for the nerve of it, corrections had to be made on typographical errors before the minutes of the meeting could be 'adopted.'
My phone keeps ringing with clients calling in to place orders and find out the position of their portfolios but because Mr. Talk-the-talk would not have your phone ringing during these sessions, i had to ignore the calls until much later when i'll have to call back to apologise and get athrown all sorts of venom for 'inefficiency' and' poor customer service' relations.
To think i'm starting off my very first blog on this note! Phew!! It's not like me really to nag or complain but when it comes to clients' issues, i'm touchy. It's a well known fact that its not 'Nigerian' to have a customer service culture but i'm like, hey, cant things be a little different from the norm? Huh?!
Anyways, that's for that. It just reminds me of a rat race and how men actually are acting like they live in a rat colony where King Rat reigns and smaller rats have to quake when King Rat issues decrees. Smaller rats (or mice if you please), have to be in awe of King Rat or they stand the risk of being denied access to the much needed cheese , which of course they depend on for survival. (Since cheese comes in different varieties, one could imagine cheese to be anything the employee would need in order to survive or move ahead in an organisation).
Think i'm blabbing off too much? ....hey this is about the one avenue i get to say what i want to and how i want to say it cos i wouldnt get a query for doing so.
That's a day in the life of this full -of -life, i'm so -thick sinned- i -dont- let- anyone- get- to- me, young independent single lady who works a 8-6 job and tries so hard to balance career and relationships (God, parents, sibling and friends).
Anyways, i count that as one of those days when it just had to be someone taking the 'dressing down' (as Mr. Talk-the-talk is wont to do on the weekly rituals known as 'board meetings').
In an ever-so rapidly changing and fast paced biz world where you compete to get and keep clients especially thru a culture of efficient and customized service delivery, one constantly needs to keep abreast on current trends. Now precious time is being wasted on a Monday morning, correcting a secretary's mistakes. And for the nerve of it, corrections had to be made on typographical errors before the minutes of the meeting could be 'adopted.'
My phone keeps ringing with clients calling in to place orders and find out the position of their portfolios but because Mr. Talk-the-talk would not have your phone ringing during these sessions, i had to ignore the calls until much later when i'll have to call back to apologise and get athrown all sorts of venom for 'inefficiency' and' poor customer service' relations.
To think i'm starting off my very first blog on this note! Phew!! It's not like me really to nag or complain but when it comes to clients' issues, i'm touchy. It's a well known fact that its not 'Nigerian' to have a customer service culture but i'm like, hey, cant things be a little different from the norm? Huh?!
Anyways, that's for that. It just reminds me of a rat race and how men actually are acting like they live in a rat colony where King Rat reigns and smaller rats have to quake when King Rat issues decrees. Smaller rats (or mice if you please), have to be in awe of King Rat or they stand the risk of being denied access to the much needed cheese , which of course they depend on for survival. (Since cheese comes in different varieties, one could imagine cheese to be anything the employee would need in order to survive or move ahead in an organisation).
Think i'm blabbing off too much? ....hey this is about the one avenue i get to say what i want to and how i want to say it cos i wouldnt get a query for doing so.
That's a day in the life of this full -of -life, i'm so -thick sinned- i -dont- let- anyone- get- to- me, young independent single lady who works a 8-6 job and tries so hard to balance career and relationships (God, parents, sibling and friends).
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