Tomorrow, I clock a month at my first job tomorrow …*crickets* . I know right?! Okay, I know how the job situation in Kenya is grim and all and I probably am pretty lucky to even have one buuuuut …….I want to quit. ( already had this conversation with Daddy dearest and just incase you’re wondering, I have been BANNED from it) Apparently, once you go corporate, there ain’t no turning from it.So am stuck in an office until September when I am free to get a University education…
If you had asked me in high school how long I thought I would last in Mombasa, I would have said one month.Tops. ….to answer your questions 1. yes, I have lived in Mombasa pretty much my whole life 2. There is a zero to nil chance of my parents letting me move in with my sisters in nai ‘just because’ ##sigh##.. well, I have been here a record SIX MONTHS and am yet to go crazy *weird*. The last time I spent this much time home, I was 11, no joke. (I insisted on going to boarding school……FOR REAL!! My sisters went without a say and lets just say my stories were no longer the headline at the dinner table…I wasn’t happy about that and thus begun my campaign. I WON ;))
I have come to terms with the coastal weather…I forgive her. In Coast, it’s all about knowing when to go out and when not to ##as well as the coolest internet cafe##and I do mean it literally. Look for cafe that has a fully functioning air conditioning system….but in the event you do find yourself melting under the vicious sun, you will find a sympathizer…at least i did. Just the fact that someone on the other side of the fence noted my plight and cared to give a “pole kwa jua” literally amused me to the point that the sun seemed to ease up on the degrees.
I took this job to be able to decide whether or not law is something Iwant to pursue. I can live with it. It is actually as a result of being plotless at work that I started blogging. One month down the line and I have opted to take up law whole-heartedly(read ‘without my dad paying me’). The cases can be interesting (as long as it’s not a land issue, which most of them are) and the pay is not that bad. Apart from all the legal details I have also learnt (a) The Perfect Poker-face . . . do you know hard it is to look like you know what you’re doing while in earnest , you have no clue whatsoever?! I didn’t!! Then of course there is the tincy-wincy fact that I am rather young. Despite my age, I expect to be treated with as much respect as any other person who is older. That is obviously not always the case, especially with some two gentlemen who have grown into the habit of calling me MUM (grrrrrrrrr…i bite!..no i don’t).
(b) I abhor smokers, or rather, the smell of cigarette smoke on them . . .it makes me nauseous. Why do people smoke anyway?!Its gross, it makes your fingers and TEETH turn color and you always smell the same!!!! P.S, the juicy fruit makes you even the more unbearable.
(c) When people call in and have such a thorough accent and I am positively sure I am being pranked because there is no absolutely noooo way that someone actually talks like that, it’s usually for real 😉
(d) Hustling at the lunch line happens everywhere. . . but at least in school there was some semblance of order. So high schoolers, take heart! Even guys at the A.G’s office hustle for chakula…
I don’t know what I’ll be doing for the next few months cause now everything is sooo routine. Thank God I discovered a neat little charming bookshop near the offices. ###i love books### tv is kind of losing its grip on me… (mum is loving it cause she gets to watch her football uninterrupted).
Something will come up……..i hope…..