When things go wrong, and boss behaves like neighbor’s dog, I think of giving a shit and following my dream
Then my mind starts this deadening process of recalling what was my dream
Well I had some dream when I was young,
I had a dream when I was a teenager…
Well am no more a teenager but that doesn’t mean that I can’t dream
Now it’s not the dream thing that am concerned about…it’s my age which is disproportionate to my total body weight and salary
Well, that’s ok because at least I have one number with me that increases every year
But it’s not always ok, when a cute guy at office asks you, your work exp, and u very well know that his intension is to calculate your age
And it’s not ok when you see your juniors at work place and they show unneeded respect
And it’s not at all ok when your niece calls u ‘Aunty’ in public even after telling her 100 times not to
Hell to my age…I don’t care about it as far as my dad calls me baby and my boy friend calls me babes
Now everything turned to boy friend
And I started searching answers for how ? why ? when ? and till when ?
And stopped immediately as I felt the symptoms of a mild attack
And now it seems much easier to think how to handle my boss.