Wednesday, 26 August 2009

Prison vs Work

i know a lot of you guys have seen this before. still had to share.

Prison vs. Work...

In case you ever got the two mixed up, this should make things a bit more clear....

IN spend the majority of your time in an 8x10 cell.
AT spend the majority of your time in a 6x8 cubicle.

IN get three meals a day.
AT only get a break for one meal and you pay for it.

IN get time off for good behavior.
AT get more work for good behavior.

IN PRISON...the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
AT must carry around a security card and open all the doors for yourself.

IN can watch TV and play games.
AT get fired for watching TV and playing games.

IN PRISON... you get your own toilet.
AT WORK... you have to share the toilet with some people who pee on the seat.

IN PRISON...they allow your family and friends to visit.
AT can't even speak to your family.

IN PRISON...all expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required.
AT get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.

IN spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out.
AT spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars.

IN must deal with sadistic wardens.
AT WORK... they are called managers.

Friday, 21 August 2009

A Drag

work has literally become a drag.
i've become mechanical.
have a lot of filing to do but i just don't give a shit about that these days. so i'm operating on organized-disorganization. at least i know where most things are. :-)

hmmm, i so so want out, it's driving me nuts.
to make matters worse, more responsibilities are about to be added unto my small head.
i'm going on leave jare!

i just wish i could get more makeup jobs to occupy myself with and get lost in the madness of a show or a photo shoot. i miss the days of Deal or No Deal. fantastic madness.

TGIF but then Monday is fast approaching

Thursday, 13 August 2009

Please Say A Prayer

This is a very serious post guys.
i just had to find a way of letting it out and also getting in more prayers.
a friend, was diagnosed with CANCER earlier in the year. all resources and funds are being thrown in to save her life.
initially, when she went for some test on her own, the doctors did not tell her she had cancer. WTF didn't they tell her for? this made me very angry when i heard. aren't they the ones screaming early detection could save your life. msshhheeewwww!

so they find out she got the disease and everyone in the family is raking in their savings and asking other friends and family to support so as to fly her to SA to have the operation done and start treatment. she seemed fine and came back. continued chemotherapy.

last night, while having dinner on the dinning with my mum sitting opposite me saying her prayers, i get a call from my sister telling me that the cancer has spread to her spinal cord and she is in fucking pain and finding it hard to walk.
to walk! just to walk! things that we take for granted.
now they are looking for at least 2 million naira to have another operation done.
see as money dey yap man! it breaks my heart.
i am currently having cash flow issues cuz salaries have not been regular. that gist is for another day.

my sister asked if my mum could get assistance from our church by way of offering but my mum told her the plain truth. the church would take time as there are other appeals from other parishioners. CANCER is a fucker and fucks people over, leaving the family emotionally and financially drained.
as a trained and qualified midwife and theater nurse, she went further to explain that the management and care of cancer is expensive, horrible and devastating and that most times there is really no use. she wouldn't like to use the words waste of resources but it usually is, though some time could be bought.
i could see the hurt & pain in her eyes.

there are times doctors just speak with the families and tell the horrible truth.
but one can not sit still and watch your loved one writhe in pain!
there was an episode of Grey's Anatomy, where one of the interne's dad had the thing. he was told it had gone too far. if they operated it might not be successful and he might loose his life. they went ahead to operated and he still died.
i remember watching clips of Farrah Fawcett during her final days, going in for chemotherapy , writhing in pain and still praying the rosary. it was hard.
the Lord is our Healer and Strength .

dinner from then on was difficult. na cry mode i almost enter.
we talked about it and we both remembered when i discovered a lump in my left breast during my final year in university.
yes, i have had a lump removed.
then the awareness was not as it is today. or we were just naive.

God, was i scared.
i noticed it, i think, when taking a bath. i knew it wasn't normal cuz it didn't feel normal. i mean i could hold the sucker.
i went to a friend and told her to feel it. she screamed " Splash, this is big!"
i nearly started crying cuz i thought my life was over. i had to tell my mum over the weekend.
but first, i said i had to party just in case na the end be this o!
immediately she felt it on Saturday, it was hospital on Monday and operating theater on Tuesday. i was back in school by Friday.
the lump was tested and found not to be cancerous. Thank GOD!
but that dose not mean the coast is clear. i still have to examine my breasts on the regular. i'm even still scared doing that.

i know that people have fought and won. there in lies the hope. i continue to pray people fight and win.
it's by God's grace. all things through Christ Jesus.

Cancer is a devastating thing to happen to anyone. you never know till it hits close to home. a church member, colleague, a friend, an aunt, uncle, brother, sister, mum, dad, daughter, son ... the list goes on.

please, please and please remember her in your prayers. even if it's just in passing.
i feel so sad about this that it's bringing tears to my eyes but my tears can't dull the pain.
oh, this life is too deep! too deep!

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Huffing and Buffing

Found out Tuesday that my OM traveled without notice. emergency they said.
my ED sends an email that all issues should be channeled to and through me.
when i read the email i was like *WTF is this?! i no want o!*
don't get me wrong, i'm not one to run away from responsibilities. i try to embrace them.
THIS is different!
in fact when she called on the day i did not want to pick up the phone cuz the woman na fire! when you don't think you've done anything wrong she somehow, onekind comes up with something.
ok, i pick the phone and she starts with questions;
1. is the office generator up now? - yup, got the technician to resolve the issue. paid him some cash. will document for refund.
2. what's up with QGH? - i run off my reply. the reply plenty.
3. what are the arrangements for Engineers? - brief run down.

we end with the usual *if anything comes up i'll deal with it*

i won't lie, my OM needs the escape. the stress her no get part 2. if dem wahala me too much me sef go take of go Abuja.

After the email was sent round, someone made a comment that had a lot of hidden meaning. strange behavior then followed. she became some worth hostile towards me. i shook it off cuz i know how not to let somethings bother me. we sha ended up exchanging strong words and me telling her never to come to me for anything!

meanwhile i was dealing with issues pertaining to our guest house which had to do with heavy charges or have your electricity disconnected.
no one is allowed to have a private gen set. there in lies the problem.
our expatriate staff live there and this is unacceptable.

then i get a call that some our engineers who went offshore are returning that very morning and logistics should be put in place to facilitate their return to base. no e dem kan talk sey dem no fit fly. sey dem need to rest, see MD & collect cash for some expenses they had to incur. mean while i had another pick up to do and na oyinbo. they sabi nag.
*we have only 1 driver at present so we have to plan movements carefully*
but this oyinbo is ok sha. for now that is.

on a happier note...
i got a call for a makeup job. white wedding for next month. she said she saw my ad in the free publication, we have discussed and we are good to go. even given a cheque. now that's the way i like it.
yyyeeeahhhhhh! na small small.
Father i thank you.