Venting cont'd ... more of ma frustrations.

Ha sengizazengibhowe, but this really helps me feel a lot better.

So Tuesday evening was Mardi Gras Pub Night at work. Had a great time, even though ngangilokhe ngivuvuke ngokuzonda from the doc's earlier on that day.Drinks of the day were the Cat's Pee, and our inhouse concoction -Avondale Hurricane.Music was great took me down to all those kuduncan days with Mrs Henderson the Music Teacher at Khumalo, my goodness , asilakutebha to tunes like You are my sunshine, This train, and my favourite was It's a long way to Tiperary ( not too sure of the spelling).

Everyone left at abt 8pm , leaving me to deal with all the mess. Knocked of at 11pm, ain't being paid for it. Sumtimes I wonder why I even do it, but guess I love ma job and the ol' folks, and because its their home , somebody just had to restore the order.

Nothing major on Wednesday, weather was gorgeus, helped uplift ma spirits and I seem to have started some friendship with a police officer. I meet him everyday as I walk/run/jog to work.

Last night was ok. We had a staff meeting, but were not paid for it. Well we got paid sort of, in kind. Payment was dinner, and I for one aint complaining, saved me a lot.Then after dinner was the meeting, and seems like every1 is frustrated, just coz of one person who ain't doing their job.
Abejwabu lethu didn't want to talk coz they felt they were snitching on a brotha rather broda, but in the end they just had to. hope things will improve.

Namuhla work was just work. It was ma off day but here I was working coz boss screwed up. After work, I called frendado to check on her and told her I would be in her area for fish and chips, at this lil joint we like.Called her later, only to find out she didn't get the fish and chips - reason was they ran out of fish, last time we were there guy tuned he had turned off and cleaned his equipment so he couldn't fulfill the order. Mina, being the loudmouth just told the guy off, went on to say how that was unacceptable and told him ukuthi I'd come all the way from Downtown for Inhlanzi yakhe.Told the Guy I aint leaving til I get wat I want, wat do you kno guy prepared our meal, and had 2 happy customers.

So yimi lo, trek all the way to bhururu's place, rap on the door and no answer. Me thinks bhururu is taking a shower , ngime. Rap again on the door, from peephole can tell lights are on. Ngiqoqode njalo , okwepolisa manje, still zwi.Me starts to panic coz she just broke up with her obsessive b/f and all the wat ifs run thru my head. Pull out my makhale and call her, her's straight to voicemail. Ok sengidideka manje wat if he strangled her, wat if this , wat if that, wat if....I call makhale again, and again with the hope yokuthi izadojwa , but nah so I leave a message, hang around a lil , then tell maself its getting late lemme head back home. Manje, the wat ifs have been erased ekhanda, ib.p isisemlonyeni, so not only don't I get me fish and chips that I've been craving for since Noah landed , but ngibuyele amahumpty dumpty, ok and ibus fare yami ke?I want to turn ma cell off, kodwa , think ukuthi ok wat if its an emergency and she really needs to get to me.

Sengisebhasini on my way to the subway station, phone rings , and its her, ngenzeni manje, ngikidnowe, or ngidobhe? choice!!I pick up the phone and she tells me iphone ichitsheke eskhwameni.Asks where I am ngithi sengisesubway station , then she says wothi ngibuye ngizokuthatha, mina nah, coz ngilokhe ngivuvukile ngokuzonda.Gal sezs ah ngisuke ngaphuma . But mina am just determined to go home, and take ma shower and jump to bed, forget the craving for inhlanzi , lost ma appetite kudala, will drown ma self in chips and chocolate.

Am I too emotional? Maybe, remember I am a woman. Am I spoilt ? Maybe, but don blame me, blame the parents, I got almost everything I wanted and things went the way I wanted them to , and I guess I hope to get the same out of life, then again who am I fooling this aint the princess and the pea story, yimpilo.