WORK!

sick and tired of writing poems...thought i'd write about the not too exciting turns my life is takin.
ve been officially employed for a week now...after one short year of being voluntarily unemployed it still seems strange to wake up in the morning and get ready for work...it's an events management company. i do all the accounting work, thats just the short version of things..will send you my job description thats just about a mile long......i was soo sad the first days of work, i was learning new stuff every second and i was supposed to know them yesterday..i started to think that if i ever took a day the company would collapse like a ton of bricks.
i have two months of probation then they'll actually have to decide if am worth the peanuts am gettin.

my boss..she's ok, except for the plastic smiles she give when she is trying her best to be patient as you learn something, while all the while the look in her eyes says," you dimwit can't believe i hired you" and am thinking," i don't need this crap". only thing is if i quit, we do not have unemployment benefits in uganda and i don't want to go back to getting hand outs from the parents..life sucks....but it's all good..the rest of the staff are ok..maybe cos it's me who hands them their check!!

and now i gotta go cos any minute from now the boss lady walks in and i don't want to be accused of slacking off....dude, the perils of life on earth!!
nyways, thank God atleast i have a job and i can get my mom something really nice this christmas..a red leather purse i saw..can't wait to see the look on her face when i give it to her. well, i guess work has is pretty points...and like i said i gotta go.