20Something and Surviving

Cold Conspiracies

Its cold. Not as cold as in some parts of the country but still bloody hell cold.

The thing about it being cold and having to work in order to pay for one’s vices is that you need to actually get up and leave the heat of your bed and actually work. This requires one to dress for work. Which means finding appropriate apparel for work. Jeans are out. Well… the comfy jeans are out.
And you can’t dress like an Eskimo. Even though every cell is crying out that it needs to be covered up.
And it has to match coz the people who did decided to brave the cold and pitch have decided to congregate in the kitchen under the pretense of getting coffee just to play the winter edition of What not to Wear.

But the worst thing about working and winter is the prospect of the Air Con. At home you can revert to the heater but there is this insane rule in any corporate, no make that work environment, where it states the Air Con has to be on at least 15 degrees despite it being winter and the looming prospect of Eskom Blackouts.

But I get the plan, no one complains so when they stay away they blame said Air Con and thus justify their blatant laziness.

Maybe I’m wrong. But I’m frozen and my anger combined with the chattering of my teeth is impairing my judgement.


June 10, 2008 Posted by | cold, frozen, pissed, winter | Leave a comment

Monday Moan

So I’m like the only person in my department at work that decided to pitch up today.

Seriously. The rest were all clever enough to listen to that voice that screams inside your head in the mornings telling you NO!! Do Not get up! Its not worth it.

The worst part is that I feel like crap myself and now I’m supposed to invent reasons to people as to why no work has been done. I say invent becuase the truth is just so surreal to some. Not satisfied with the usual “she’s sick today and so has decided to take her first day off in almost a year”, I now have to resort to blatant lies: “she’s just come back from the Congo and has contracted malaria… yes she was on work business… no, I don’t know whats the Doctor’s prognosis. Please send an email. She is responding to emails.

And thats the Cracker. These fucking people are sitting at home or wherever supposedly on the verge of freakin death but still have the energy to send me bloody emails! If your head feels so bad, why email me with your shit so that I develop a headache? Who the fuck do you think I am? Do I look like freaking Ms. Admin Extraordinairre to you? Thats not my job. Never was.

Anyway the weekend was fine, nothing spectacular. The problem with living in a smallish city like my own is that everyone seems to know each other or of each other and so when meeting someone for the first time you would probably know at least some of their history just by their name. Not cool. Especially if you have matured a bit yet no one seems to want to get past one particualr incident. The only consolation is that you have similar incidents in your artillery to strike back with.

I’ve become quite an expert at delivering teeth gnashing, cheek blushing memoirs with a deadpan stare and innocent smile.

Works all the time. Seriously.

June 9, 2008 Posted by | flu, pissed, winter, work | 4 Comments

Stay Tuned

I’m pissed…

And no, that’s not a statement to get you to sit up and pay attention to what I’m saying but a truly honest emotion.

Why? I hear all my non-existent readers asking. Life.

Yes that unavoidable thing we have to do every morning when we wake up. That anomaly full of unwanted surprises and trials that contribute towards the mirage of a so-called existence. Life. It sucks but what else would we be doing everyday?

I am a 22-year-old male trying to survive in that sleepy town called Durban. I intend for this to a sort of cathartic experience for me, where I just air my opinions. My opinions. Which makes it neither right nor wrong but just Leez.

That’s my name by the way.

April 21, 2008 Posted by | leez, pissed, Stay Tuned | 2 Comments