THIRTY-FOUR
MEAN GIRL
Tuesday
8:50 am
Dear Diary
"I'm placing you on a week trial," was the first thing he said to me as soon as the elevator chimed open.
"Enipe?" I threw my eyes wide open and my lips tightly fixed.
"What's that?" he glared.
"I'm asking what you mean sir,"
"Have you added deafness coupled with your daftness?"
"Sir?"
"Get out of my office—and let this be the last time you bring your love affair to your place of work."
I was this close from turning to leave when the sharp words of my mother rang at the back of my head.
"DON'T ALLOW HIM TO INSULT YOU ONCE, IT WON'T STOP AFTER THAT!!!"
"Excuse me, sir?"
"What!"
"Please I'll also like to make a few demands of my own," I heard myself say in an awkward professional manner that made me want to pat myself down bad.
"I'm listening," he said but he looked more interested in the box of cupcakes than he was in me.
"I'd like it if you don't use insulting words on me please, I like to work in a very professional environment lacking any form of abuse; Verbal or physical."
"Let the professionalism begin from your end and we'll work something out," he cleared his throat as a sign for me to leave.
"Am I to sit and wait patiently for you at the reception sir?" I almost choked at how stupid and formal I sounded. Chai! Shebi he wants 'professionalism', two can play this game.
"Is all that really necessary?" He cocked his brows.
"A place for me to stay, I assume?"
"No!...Goddamit! Stay at the reception, you'll be called when you're needed—JESUS CHRIST!" The idiot spilled the coffee all over himself and I was out of his office before he asked me to clean up.
Serves him right.
The original Mean Girl: Shaniqua
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Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello
HumorShaniqua Bello is a 24 year old graduate navigating through life in the busy city of Lagos and THIS is her diary.
