Good morning people!!…

How have you guys been?

I’ve been ok… I’ve more or less moved into my friend’s house. I go back home a few times a week to make sure my brother is alive and to get a few things, but I practically live here now… all my good underwear is here. Her baby is doing great and he’s now very used to me 😀

Nothing much has been happening. I think I’m quite content here so I haven’t had much to bitch about. There’s always light and water, there’s security and I get to watch unhealthy amounts of cable Tv.

I’ve started jogging again. I stopped some time ago after I noticed that I lost too much weight and my ass, once famous for its considerable size and well-roundedness, had gone from “Wow!” to just “bleh”. So I stopped with the exercising and “eating right” and became a spokeswoman for Domino’s Pizza and Chicken Republic sausage rolls. I was aiming for Nikki Minaj… now, almost two months later, I look like Johnny Bravo without the hair. All the fat has gone to all the wrong places!

In other (stale) news, I’m sure you guys have heard about Finn’s Corey’s death… I know a lot of people who think the show is stupid but I actually like it because of the music. I’m a closet Glee fan. And I cried a little when I heard about his death. I was so down that a friend of mine had to ask if I knew the guy personally.  I didn’t know him personally of course… in fact, I’ll admit that I fell in love with his character first. It was when Corey opened up to the world about having substance abuse problems that I liked him. I appreciate people who can admit that their shit does in fact stink and that their life isn’t picture perfect…

Even though I’m glued in front of the Tv, I haven’t been keeping up with this year’s BBA… Usually, I know them all by name and country. I know who likes who and who is loyal to whom. I used to be addicted! This year, I don’t think there’s anyone in that house worth watching at all. The Nigerian guy always looks like a dreadful actor in a poorly scripted, badly produced Nollywood movie. And as for the girl, I don’t mean to point fingers at her (or in her) but she irritates the hell out of me. And her hair stylist needs to be shot…

Meanwhile, I’m in no position to sit and judge other people…

I’m supposed to be on my way out, but I’m sitting in the living room typing this. I recently discovered this company… and I found out that one of the directors of the company happens to be an old family friend from waaaaay back. Our families lost contact ages ago but we were once very close. His second son was my very first crush in my life… I think I was like 7 or 8 when I started dreaming of marrying him.

Anyway, it’s EXACTLY the kind of place I would love to work. It’s an Oil Servicing company with a great work environment, they serve free lunch and it’s not too far from my house. I even know someone who works there. So I’m all dressed up, CV in hand, shirt buttoned low enough to cause a distraction, yet high enough to not be sent back at the gates… (just kidding). It sounds promising right?

So why am I still home?

As usual, my crippling fear of rejection has glued me to this couch and I’m sitting here thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong with this plan. I know I’ve got nothing to lose. The worst that will happen is that he will say no… and the word ‘No’ never caused anyone to bleed right? ‘No’ never killed anyone.

I think my inner hustler is dead… or maybe I’m just procrastinating.

Besides, it’s looking dark and cloudy outside. Hopefully, it’ll rain heavily so that I’ll put off going there till tomorrow…  I’ll just stay back home, lie in bed and watch re-runs of The Simpsons.

Please , feel free to judge me  ( ._.)

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Miss Rukky · July 16, 2013 at 12:30 pm

My friend!!!!!! Leave that house and go get that job

    admin · July 16, 2013 at 6:36 pm

    Sweetie, I’m going first thing tomorrow morning… I promise! 🙁

spacyzuma · July 16, 2013 at 1:37 pm

Ngor, get up and go claim this rare opportunity. Remember that there are thousands of Nigerians who would do anything to have that chance that you now have. Don’t waste it because of rainy weather or your fear of rejection. Go for it.

Abeg, eat well o, and get a better, well-padded figure. #TeamBooty+Boobs and #TeamFleshyWomen for life!! LMAO @ “Johnny Bravo without the hair” hehehe

    admin · July 16, 2013 at 6:41 pm

    He didn’t call me oh… I just want to go there on my own and form “hustler”.
    I’ll go tomorrow morning though… no excuses. It had nothing to do with the weather my dear…

    And I vote yes for fleshy women!!! 😉

GA · July 16, 2013 at 1:54 pm

Sun outside no be here! Carry ur CV and bust in that company like a BOSS! This is an order. 😀

    admin · July 16, 2013 at 6:44 pm

    Yeah, the sun casted me and started shining IMMEDIATELY after I put up the post… mtscheeeew.
    I’m busting in tomorrow. I promise… but if anything goes wrong, I’ll hold all of you responsible!

Efe Ideh · July 16, 2013 at 4:00 pm

My shit doesn’t smell

    admin · July 16, 2013 at 6:48 pm

    LMAO!! Should we ask Alex about your fart? 😉

laolu · July 16, 2013 at 4:39 pm

So happy 4 ya!…but uhm..
If u getting a job will mean less posts n spell doom for us leeches then…pls do not go that interview…u might get kidnapped!!

    admin · July 16, 2013 at 6:58 pm

    Exactly! Anything can happen… kidnapping, burst tyre, lightening strike, hurricane etc
    But, to be honest, that’s another fear of mine; that I won’t have time to write 🙁
    And you are NOT a leech! Leeches can’t read 😀

dr c · July 16, 2013 at 6:22 pm

Ngo; rain is what raincoats were invented for. That and pre-marital sex. So no excuses! Now get your ass of the couch and go and kiss all the ass in that servicing company until you are holding a letter of appointment. and don’t take NO for an answer!!!

    admin · July 16, 2013 at 7:11 pm

    LMAO @ raincoats for pre-marital sex!! I’m going tomorrow!
    Tonight, I will perfect my puckering skills… 😉

    Savvy · July 21, 2013 at 12:55 pm


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