Hope you guys are doing great… me, I’m doing ok.
It’s been busy as hell at work and I’ve barely had time to breathe. I had a deadline that I knew I wasn’t going to meet up with so I came to work this morning prepared to be crucified to the gods of HR. I had written my last will and testament and said my goodbyes. Last night, I called two of my friends to say goodbye and then I drank up all the Snapp in my alcohol stash. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, I went to sleep more than a little tipsy, but ready to die a happy woman…
Then I got to work this morning with a slight hangover, only to find out that my deadline had been shifted two weeks. I broke down in tears and wept for my Apple Snapp. I’ll have to re-stock over the weekend.
In other news, I’m excited because it’s my brother’s birthday today!! YAAAY!!!! That’s really what I wanted to tell you guys… I got him a nice bottle of perfume and a small birthday cake. He surprised me by dropping by my office so we just had lunch (the crappy cafeteria food). We both work and get home pretty late so I don’t think much else will happen today. Maybe we will do something over the weekend after we’ve both been paid… 😀
This is the brother immediately after me… he’s the smarty pants who fixes all my gadgets and runs the silliest errands for me. We’ve been living together for almost two years now and quite frankly, the poor guy deserves an award for somehow managing to survive me this long. He has put up with my terrible mood swings… he never knows what he’s going wake up to meet. His chatter-box sister who will describe in detail every single thing that goes on in her office, using demonstrations where necessary OR his Grinch-sister who locks herself in a dark room for long hours at a stretch and resurfaces only to get food.
Even though we’re the closest in age among us kids, for some reason, I’m fiercely protective of him… some people say I spoil him. My family has never been the type to openly express affection so I show love the only way I know how; by cooking lots of food and feeding him to death. Whenever we fight, it’s usually about who has to do the dishes or fetch water or take the trash out. Then, when we need to make up, what do I do? I cook more food!!
And that’s another thing… he doesn’t complain. I could shit in a plate and garnish it with some lettuce and parsley and call it “Steamed Shyte Boudin”, but he will never ever complain about it.
Sometimes, living with him feels like I am married. And that’s why, in some ways, I know I am ready and will make a great wife. In other ways, me sef I know I am on a loooong tin *sigh*
I gotta get back to work now.
Happy birthday darling Chip Chip!! May God bless you and keep you and prosper you (for me)… Amen! Thank you for being an awesome brother. It won’t hurt you to do the dishes more but I still love you!
Have a wonderful week people… :-*