The Queen Tagged You. Who Are You To Say No?

Ehen, they have started again o, Queenbee has just tagged me and i'm gonna make sure I unleash the Dragon on as many of you as possible and you better well do it! No, i'm not taking 'No' for an answer.


Q&A

1. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING? Black A-line skirt suit with black and white stripped top, my tweed and leather grey/black shoes. Yeah, my handbag is red (Awo pupa resu-resu). I couldn't possibly carry a black handbag now, you have to break the colours. Black and white all through is boring!

2. WHAT KINDA UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING? Pink Lace knickers with matching bra

3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Are you kidding? Okay, my typing!

4. CAN YOU JUGGLE? Juggle what exactly? Balls? Yeah...my ex liked that.

5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Dodo with Corned Beef Stew

6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE? Green (Awo ewe)

7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? It was chilly this morning on my way in but looking out of the window now, it look mild.

8.LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Pauline (My client)

9.FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? His stature! Okay, I think his face.

10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS? I love her to bits, though I have never met her but I think I will get on with her like butter on bread. She seems like a fun person who enjoys letting her hair down and she's fashionable to boot! I love 'chikitos'

11. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I guess so. I think i'll perceive me to be a bit snobby at first and might not be to keen. But i'll love me for my fashion sense though.

12. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? Rejuvinated! I boycotted the bus this morning and walked to work! It seemed like suicide mission but I can tell you that nothing beats the feeling of achievement. I feel like i've achieved something major! I beat the time I set for myself as well by 15min! Isn't that something?

13. FAVOURITE DRINK? Starbucks Toffe Nut Latte

14. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Brandy & Coke

15. FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAL? I don't know ojare! It used to be Beef in Black bean sauce with Jasmine rice but those ching chua hung will not desist from putting too much onions so they are stuffed! Ehen, I know. There's this chicken balls they sell at Wasabi; i can't remember what it's called.

16. FAVOURITE SPORTS? Sex? No...I think it's lying on the sofa reading Essence Magazine. That is a sport!

17. HAIR COLOUR? Right now, it's black and ginger! My roots is growing and i'm not too bothered to go for touch up. I want to grow the colour out. It makes me look razz ojare.

18. EYE COLOUR? Hazel. I'm serious! No contacts. No dey hate cos you no get am abeg.

20. TATTOOS OR PIERCING? Two piercings in both ear lobes. Boring, i know but given the no pain choice, i'll have two on my clits and nipples. No tattoos! I'm not razz like Queenb jo! (I know she'll kill me...lol)

21. STAR SIGN? Scorpion l'omo lati le. Scorpio!

22. FAVOURITE MONTH? July! My mum, sister and Dad's baffdays.

24. FAVOURITE FOOD? Ermm...no more Thai! Right now, i'm feeling Rice with Efo riro.

25. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? The Departed but as per Naija movie...Some Yoruba movie like that

27. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR? My baffday! Though it gets scary knowing i'll be a year older when it comes around.

28. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? Mo shy pa! Ask a guy out? Omo, forget jo! And anyway, men are meant to be hunters!

29. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS BETTER? I love scary movies. I saw Halloween H20 and couldn't sleep for about a month! I kept seeing Michael Myers in the hallway, the bedroom and everywhere I go! I was literally hunted o. You'll think that would teach me abi? No way! I had to go and watch hellraiser too. I no dey listen. They give me nightmares, yet I watch them. Don't even get me started about Jeepers Creepers.

30. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter o, though I complain when it's winter but Summer usually makes me want to puke with all these 'apati' women forcing themselves into mini skirts. Such a gory sight! It makes my skin crawl! You also get to see all these yellow chicks who subscribe to Tura and Movate stinking the bus! No, winter please, thank you very much!

31. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs! Kisses isn't all it's cracked up to be except you're Mr.Pro...now that is a kiss! Damn! i'm tempted to call him just thinking about it.

32. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS? Never done one night stand and never will. Call me boring, i don't care!

33. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Vanilla Ice please.

34. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK? Who are they?

35. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Overwhelmed (I love that chick! Keeping it real)

36. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Mena (I still love you o, though you no gree update)

37. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING NOW? Erm...I don't know jo! Erm...'Be The Best' by Matthew Ashimolowo

38. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? My mouse...Duh!

39. FAVOURITE BOARD GAME? Scrabble please...thank you very much.

40. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? Cooked...or is it fried Dodo and stew.

41. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? I have to start my own business! Can't keep working for nobody! I can't become Rich doing 9-5!

42. WHICH DO YOU BELIEVE, EVOLUTION OR CREATION? Most definitely Creation!

Here goes...I tag: Temmylicious, Coral, Lawunmi, DG, Joel, UK Naija (I could be so lucky), Chxta, Overwhelmed, Gbengulo, In-My-Head, Tloascm and Naijabloke.

The Rise & Fall of Mr. Pro!

This is going to take huge energy from me, I know, but I have to do it now or I probably never will. I have to lay this to rest and maybe, just maybe this would get Cherub off my back.:-) Try as I have, Cherub seems to be the only blogger who doesn’t let go easily. That chick never seems to forget so here goes…

Our second date was really good. We had, had a long chat over e-mail and we’d decided on the Friday of that week to go out to dinner (this subsequently was our second date). If you remember vividly, I did say no sparks flew on our first date, I didn’t feel anything for him and frankly, there just was no chemistry but it sure was a successful night. Now, it boiled down to us deciding on the venue for our date and of course he left that choice to me advising that he was sure that whatever venue I come up with will be okay by him as his palette is open to different delicacies from all over the world so he’s plainly not choosy. Good! I thought. Three days down the line, I hadn’t come up with anywhere interesting. I thought of Chinese, Mexican, Spanish…you name it but none seem quite. I threw in the towel and rang him to let him know that I am hopeless at this after all. He said he would decide and leave it to be a surprise for me until the day. I was only too pleased.

Come that Friday, I was all ready; well in time! This is very unusual of me and for someone I’m not particularly 'coo-coo' over too. I decided on a pair of jeans and a city fitted shirt from Prowse and Hargood. My hair pulled back, nice beady bracelet with necklace to boot and my sea blue shoes to go with the shirt. It all came together rather nicely I couldn’t be bothered to change handbags so I had my black hold all, minimal makeup garnished with bronzer and I was ready to go. He was right on time too! 8pm and my phone went off. He’s outside, waiting patiently for me in the car.

I slid into the German machine and we exchange pleasantries with kisses on the cheeks and we were off. He complimented me on my perfume and I reciprocated on his clothes. I don’t think he had time for change of clothes so it’s most likely that he went home from work only to get the car to pick me up. He wasn’t looking bad at all.

I was quite pleased when we arrived at a rather nice French restaurant. I was really impressed by his choice and the ambience of that restaurant? Magnificent! He was a gentle man too; well, I guess he remembered his courtesy seeing we’re not at a Naija restaurant this time. The porter of course took our coats and we were shown to our table – already reserved. Mr. Pro held out my chair and honestly; from a Naija man, I think that’s something. But we all know this usually only happen on the first or second dates. I took my seat gracefully and thanked him. We sat back and chatted a bit and then the waiter came to take our orders. He seemed to know his way round the menu and may I also add that his French was impeccable. He’d asked what I wanted but I left it for him to surprise me (truth is my French is poor and I didn’t want to show myself up).

We chatted as we ate and my! Has he grown taller and even more dashing since our last meet? This guy is rather intelligent and very well spoken. Did I pick that up about him before? He looked straight into my eyes when he talked which was a bit daunting as I find it hard to reciprocate when I’m a little shy…but for what reason would I be shy or nervous? I couldn’t be falling for him so soon, could I? No! We talked a bit about work, aspirations and all sorts. It was going well until he said…

Everything's Going My Way...

Jolly good, jolly blady gud! Not bad; this noodle. And it goes down well wiv Starbuck's Toffee Nut Latte. I really can't complain today really, can I? You've heard me moan too many times about my Lunch at work yet, I resort to the same ol', same ol'. But today was aigh. Noodles was a bit dry though but I ain't complaining.

It's a 'blady'good day today, too. Susan is out today so the office is quite serene without her loud sneezes! I'm sure if there was a competition for the loudest and most frequent 'sneezer', this lady will win it hands down. And that whiner called Emma is keeping her gob shut today - I guess she had some last night...she must have had her pie hole stuffed with pink lollypop as well!

Anyhoo...so it's all going jolly until bleep! An e-mail, from who? Mr. Pro! No way! It can't be! What the heck does he want now?

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Yup! I'm getting my freak on tonight! Ge' ya mind outta the gu'er mate! Not waf ya finking abou'! Nah...it ain't Mr bloody Pro neither! It's...someone... help me, i'm choking here! Wa'er please..........

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Okay, so Shina want's to see me tomorrow? O ga o. What for? He wants to take me out to dinner. This weekend is gonna be wicked man!

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Just A Little 'Effing' Respect FUQER!!!

When I’m looking for my size on the clothes rack; you come to me and say may I help you Madam.

When I ask you for Item code, you willingly oblige and hand me my request with a gaddemn smile!

When I wander around due to the fact that the changing room is full, and come back with someone before me and I politely tell them that I am next in line which you already know, you don’t tell that person; just because she’s white that there are vacant changing rooms in the men’s section! You should have told me that earlier, you bloody wanker!

I pay good money and damn it! I keep you in a job! You are there to serve me regardless of me being black or white person! You ‘effing’ sales assistant! I
Is it just that your minute brain cannot comprehend the fact that there is a beautiful black professional woman before you while you a white person who is supposedly a native of this country are a common changing room attendant? Perhaps if you had taken the opportunity of a grant or student loan and gotten yourself some education, you wouldn’t be where you are now? Is it our fault that despite every obstacle you place before us, we still strive and succeed?
I pay good money for this service so you better start being grateful and give me the f’ing service that I deserve!

I Can't Think Of A Decent Title!

Oh, what a morning it’s been! It seems the wind has chosen today to flex its muscles hasn’t it? As if trying to catch some sleep last night wasn’t bad enough, it had to choose making getting into work harder also. It’s a shame it wasn’t strong enough to fall trees and throw cars which could have given me a very good reason to call in to work and say “The wind have just blown a truck at my house and now it’s blocking my door way so I’ll have to call the fire service to sort it” but no, it’s only one of those empty barrel that makes the loudest noise wind.

My hair is ruined! I spent a good amount of time priming it this morning trying to make it stay in place. I even took my time in wearing that New Mary Kay eye shadow and mascara, but now it’s all ruined all thanks to the wind and the showers. Okay, maybe I’m been too hard on the wind as of course, it’s not all that got me all cross this morning – well, I did get a little amusement out of it all though. Here’s what happened:

I had waited for what seemed like years for my favourite bus to arrive – well, let’s say close to 15mins and as soon as one reared it’s head in the horizon, I pushed and shoved my way to the front in readiness to be the first to board so that I can get a window seat – as I like to lean on the glass to have a bit of a snooze or read a book or just do my usual ‘amebo’. The honest truth is, I haven’t gotten over Lagos, whenever, I see a bus, I still want to rush and get in. Unladylike – I know but let’s just say once a Naija babe, always a Naija babe! The bus stopped and come and see pushing! Eh, I thought this was my territory but obviously, the world has moved on since my last hustle abi? Needless to say that I didn’t get my window seat but still, I thank God for little mercies. The bus was about to move when suddenly, we started hearing bangs on the doors. The driver opened and was furious! She asked why the woman was banging and she replied

Woman: “you shut the door in my face just before I was about the board and you did it deliberately too”
Driver: “The bus is full so you’ll have to alight”
Woman: “There is no way I’ll be alighting this bus as I have a right to be on board because I have my oyster card”
Driver: “Well, this is my bus and I have decided that you get off it”
Woman: “You these small, small boys of these days, because you earn £17k a year driving a bus, you think you’ve arrived abi” In her thick Naija Igbo accent of course. “ I was a conductor on this bus until I was made redundant 2 years ago so I can teach you how to do your job! Infact, I’ll be contacting your boss.
Driver: “Get off or I’ll call the police you so and so (obscene words that I choose not to print)
Woman: “Ha! Call the police o, call the police! I have been in this country for over 40 years; my children are all graduates that attended the best Universities in this country. My eldest boy is a Barrister at Law and my daughter is a doctor! What, you think I’m an Illegal Immigrant, I will show you today. I got my Naturalization long before you were born….

The driver is now perplexed and starts to dial his station who I think then advised that he contacted the Police. Soon as he started dialing, I noticed that some passengers were alighting too. What is all this drama early in the morning eh? Like a flash, the police arrived and we were asked to take the next available bus – yeah, like we need to be told.

I have to say though, I like the fact that the woman stuck to her guns though. She is a tax and fare payer so why should she be ordered to leave the bus when there was clearly room for 5 more at least. I can understand her frustration of having waited so long only to be told she couldn’t get on and not knowing when the next bus would arrive.

So, I boarded another bus and things seem to be fine until a man came on the bus and sat next to me in his wet rain coat! Shouldn’t common sense tell some people to take their Mack off before or immediately after boarding the bus? You’ll think it would, wouldn’t you? He sat and got my coat all wet! I was furious but still maintaining my politeness, told him that he was getting me wet. He moved a bit! More like take your Mack off mate! I then noticed the man reading a bible and I felt slightly guilty for having been a little impatient with him. As soon as the next seat became vacant, he quickly moved to it, leaving that intolerant woman to herself (that would be me by the way).

So we got to London Bridge and there was virtually a stand still! My office is just a stone throw away across the bridge so I decided to get off and walk London Bridge. This was when the Wind kicked off full gear! I opened my ‘brolly’ to protect me from the showers but I the wind wasn’t having any of it, I watched as it snatched it off my fingers and carried it in up in the air, I bade farewell to me loyal ‘brolly’. It’s had been with me through rain and shine, little showers and heavy ones alike. I’ll miss it, sorely. You’ll think the bleeding wind would be content, right? Wrong, the Wind decided that I might like a Cruise after all and attempted to throw me over the bridge and into the Thames River…okay, so I exaggerated but it made very much sense at the time as a good number of us tried very much to keep our feet on the ground. Some of us succeeded but yours truly had to go and slip and have her ass helped up by a dashing English young man…Lol. Not all bad eh? He helped me up and asked profusely if I was ok. I said yes and we walked on chatting. He works at UBS and wanted to get to know me. His name is Adam…

Lafiaji Rice!

Honestly, if I could slap this guy's face, I really would! You all remember how I complain about how i'm constantly being ripped off by City takeaways don't you? Right! So I went to my aunty's last night and she made this 'Lafiaji' dish - basically, it's 'ofada' rice with extra hot stew with diced meat (Lagosians would catch my drift). I really enjoyed it and pleaded with my aunt to let me have some in my 4x4 takeaway bowl (hun hun, I go to my aunt's prepared; i mean, that woman make the meanest stew and I hate missing out). She obliged me and right then, I knew I was sorted with Lunch the following day (which of course is Today).

So, na jeje jeje I put my food insai Microwave o when I noticed that it suddenly got busy around the kitchen area. All those Amebos prancing round wanting to know what Dessy is cooking. I mean, do they think I had monkey head in there or what? I just boned them and acted like I didn't know what their problems was.

I'm settled at my desk and taking my time in savouring the 'ata sue-sue' when I started hearing someone sniffling. Ok, so, maybe he has cold abi? I continued and it got louder and louder. I didn't know when I snapped and said to him: "Brian, do you want to get something for that cold or would you rather have some of my hot and spicy rice". He said: "Oh no, I think it just got stuffy in here" to which I said, "turn the bloody air conditioning up then!" Like the yeye man no dey eat Lamb Vindaloo and you all know how hot that is abi?

Anyway, they will have to get used to this because I plan on cooking some Asaro tonight and i'm sure bringing some in to work tomorrow. Won ti gbe!

The Aftermath...

Thanks to each and everyone of you my friends who commented and encouraged me on my "Love Don't Live Here Anymore" post. I really appreciate it and very much so.

Well, I did say that i'd put a closure to this 'saga' but the truth is, I was still vnery curious. Did you say curious about what? Well, that is exactly what I asked myself and the truth is, I didn't know what I was curious about. Maybe it was just to hear his voice again or perhaps to find out that if he didn't have a girlfriend, he would have considered us? I really don't know. As far as I was concerned though, I was prepared to allow that curiousity eat me up. I can be tough like that you see. - when I put my mind to it. I don't know if you remember me saying that I specifically re-activated my Hi5 membership because of him? Well, I cancelled it after i'd made contact with him and had understood the state of affairs; afterall that was what I opened it for -for him. I was never into Hi5ing anyway, just not my thing. I see single girls that are past a certain age being on Hi5 as desperate (apologies to those who find this offensive) and I wasn't prepared to join the train...(well, i sorta when I joined didn't I?). So, I thought that was a lid put on that part of my past then but inwardly, I felt sad but it's better to be sad than hurt. I decided I was no longer gonna call him. The truth is, I don't know how to do friendship after a relationship break down or is it up. I tend to want to keep my distance to have a clear head and regroup.

Anyhoo, come Thursday, I checked my Aol inbox and saw a brief e-mail from him asking how I was. I made a brief response too still determined to keep my distance. Today, I woke up quite early due to some pest controllers wanting to gain access into my house. After they'd done what they had to do and left, I couldn't go back to sleep. I rememembered my sister saying she'ld be online today so I took the opportunity to chat with her before going back to sleep. When I logged in, I realised that he was online too as i'd added him to my messenger's list earlier. I made up my mind not to chat with him...or at least not be the first to say hello. 10 mins or so into my log in, he said hello; I responded and we started chatting from there. I couldn't help myself bringing us up again. I had to find out why he never got in touch. He gave some excuses which seemed more like bullocks to me anyway. Wel, I just had to go and open my big gob and tell him I blogged about this whole thingy and gave him my url! I mean, what on God's earth possessed me to do that? He read my post and we went into the whole thing yet again. He said he still felt for me (is this some slang Nigerians in Naija use? What is it supposed to mean?) Naija people tend to use that quite generously but I don't know what it means. He then said, well, you don't expect me to lie to you and say I don't have a girlfriend do you? Of course not! I would have been worried for him if he'd said he didn't have one. He then went on, on how we'll always be friends blah blah woreva. I said ok. And rubbing salt to the injury, he went on about how I will always be his first love and this and that like that was meant to be some consolation price. Nonsense!

Anyhoo, the bobo has no fault at all and I just guess i'm looking for the best way to deal with things and that is why i'm venting now. So, in order to make sure that this indeed is buried, I have deleted his phone number from my phone, deleted the hi5 account and put my status on messenger to permanently offline! For some time. Hopefully this should help. I don't want silly things like this to take my time in 2007!

Why am I mad at him? He didn't do anything wrong!

Hey Blogvillers, please join me in wishing Coral a very happy birthday!

Have a fun filled day hun!

Love Don't Live Here Anymore!

Hmm...the irony of life. You spend a good amount of time in your life looking for that person, that right one; the "soulmate", the ordained one and just when you think you've found him you realise that he isn't the one for you afterall. That is life, it is cruel, it's never fair but we take what it deals us afterall it's not like we have much choice in the matter; we can only but try. I have tried and if I would be honest with you, I will say: I am tired.

I know you've all endured my unending stories about Mr. Pro who seemed to be the destined one for me, right? Well, so I thought. I am sorry but today isn't the day for Mr. Pro but today is the day when I finally leave my past behind me because that is the perfect place for yesterday -behind!

The 30th of December was one of those quiet days for me, you know, with no where to go and really not feeling up to anything other than to sit up in bed, peruse blogs while simultaneously watching Pirates of the Caribbean with a plate of roast duck fried rice firmly tucked in one hand. I was bored out of my brains but I wasn't going to get up, have a shower, dress up and go into that cold, get behind a cold steering wheel and drive out to some party or a friends house. I'd rather stay in doors thank you very much.

So, i've done the rounds on the blogs, being to a few forums, Pirates of the Caribbean is finished, what else can a single girl do? I know, shebi I have a Hi5 account, why not log on today since I haven't visited in close to a year now. I don't even have a photo on there. Anyway so I log on whilst thinking who on earth has the time to spare adding friends and leaving silly comments on profiles anyway? I remember how I looked at Bunmi in confusion whilst she gleefully reply to her online admirers who have left messages like "you're sexy girl", "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven" and all that bullcrap. I used to cringe then. Today, I was not going to do any of that, i'll just go in and search for old school mates and see how lucky i'll get.

The gist though is that there is this particular guy i'd been searching for almost all my years in the UK. He was my boyfriend back in Naija and honestly, I believed that this was the only guy who could have ever genuinely loved me. I had in the past searched for him on Hi5 without success. I googled his name also to no avail. I asked my family if they'd seen him, they said no. Whenever I was in Naija, i'll go looking but still not joy. However, on this day I found him. Yes, him! I recognised him instantly and my oh my was I excited? From his profile, you could tell that he is one who also rarely visited Hi5 as he only uploaded 1 pictures with minimal information and 4 friends or so. My excitement waned a little as I thought perhaps he no longer visits. I left a message for him anyway in the hope that he would see it and contact me. Two days gone and he hadn't replied. I was begining to doubt that if i'd ever hear from him.

Yesterday, I opened my inbox to realise that he had sent me a Hi5 message. I couldn't open it from work so I was looking forward eagerly to getting home. When I got home, I read his message. He did remember me alright but his response seemed subdued. I replied and asked him to contact me. The following morning, he called my phone. I was so pleased. As soon as I heard his voice, I knew why I like him. From our conversation, I realised that he hadn't made much effort as I have to locate me and it began to dawn on me that perhaps I do hold on too tightly to the past whilst others are quicker to let it go. I realised also that I had been secretly waiting to be re-united with this person and have compared guys from my previous relationship to him.

We talked at length and reminisced the good old days when we were madly in love. He said of how very much in love with me he was. I said well, you've grown now and so have I, we have both moved on and that is now water under the bridge. He agreed but secretly, I was wishing he'd say no! I've been looking for you all my life and now that i've found you, i'm not prepared to let you go - but he didn't. I asked him if he was married to which he answered "not really". Eh! which one is not really again now, I said; you're either married or not married. He said he wasn't married but had a girlfriend. My heart sank - what, did I expect a 6ft 3'' dark and handsome educated young man in Nigeria which is full of beautiful women to be single? Well, yes! His profile on hi5 said single and he was mine first (lol). Really, i'm not surprised but I felt a big pang in my heart, I ached. I loved this guy so much and I have just realised that i'd been chasing shadows. He is not mine, he's someone else's now.

Anyway, so I decided to bury my past this year and concentrate on career and business building. This love thing is wearing me thin and its just too elusive anyway. I don't want to end up being a spinster but at this juncture, I really don't care. And no, i'm not attending any more weddings this year! I'm fed up of them! No more Aso-ebis. It's time you bought mine too!

So, bobo don go o and I guess i've put a closure to that.

Mr. Pro???

Phew!

Honestly, I can be a silly prat sometimes you know...

Okay, so a client asked me to send him some documents yesterday right? Fine. So, I decided to send him the documents by attachments via e-mail rather than dictate a letter to him - I know, even dictating on a dicto phone seem to be a chore to me, i'll rather send e-mails till I drop and it's so much faster isn't it?. Well, in the middle of getting these information together, one of the HR ladies came to my desk and left a form. Okay, so our company is thinking of re-branding so they are doing some personality questionnaire thingy.

Basically they wanted us to say what car we would describe ourselves as and why? What film and what animal. I was so uninterested that I scribbled jargons so as to get it off my desk and get on with far pressing things. Anyway, I finished that off and scanned the documents to my client and got on with my day job.

This afternoon, I received a call from my client saying thanks for the documents but there was a strange attachment in my sent file. I was confused. He asked if I was applying for a new job? I replied no...(what would that have to do with him anyway). He said, well, there is a particular page that details a Psycho as the film you'll describe yourself as and that you like the film because you felt like murdering everyone at the moment...I gasped! Oh my! Surely, I didn't send my questionnaire with the documents? Oh my goodness! He didn't stop there o. He said, apparently, you see yourself as a Chuwawa (spell check anyone?) because you'll like to chew your boss and you are like a bulldozer who will trash anything on it's path! I was sweating at this stage and then what? My client bursted out laughing saying that was classic! He said he'd never had such a good laugh in a long time. This is the director of a big company o. He could have seen it as unprofessional but instead, he saw the funny side.

Boy! Was I relieved? Good thing the questionaire was anonymous otherwise, my bosses would have sent me on an anger or is it attitude management course. Phew!

Happy New Year to you all by the way.