NEWS FROM BEYOND

No, am not dead. Alive and well actually. I'm dedicating my days to perfecting my telephone approach. Smiling into the phone's never been my problem. It's sounding mature that's hustling me. In my s6 vacation, I wanted to thank an auntie for letting me work with her. I got chided for my efforts. Thinking back, it makes me shake my head in disbelief but anyway, here's a rendition

me: Hello? Hi Auntie

Auntie: Hallo (in a sing song voice which if I'd thought about it would have struck me as being used on toddlers and babies)

me: Auntie, it's Rosette. I wanted to...

Auntie: Why have you stolen mummy's phone?

me: What?

Auntie: Put mummy on the line so I can talk to her.

Let's just say I haven't called her since.

THE WAITING GAME

The plan is to get comfy in this skin. I was destined from the start to wait for things. However much I rant and rave,nature is determined to teach me patience. Atleast that's what I keep telling my self.

So... I got me a job. Been making regular visits since November last year. I come in early, at times leave late. I transact things am sure are coming back later to haunt me and I like what am doing. Funny thing is, am not hired. Yeah, you heard right; the contract's been ready for ever but the pips in charge of signing it keep dieing, falling sick or plain having a bad day. So am waiting.

In the mean time, i swing around in my chair and giggle in near hysteria at the fact that no ones clued in to the fact that i might not be 'all there'. I'm working my corporate persona. sooner or later, these moments of panic I have when no one's there are going to stop.