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phela it's easy to forget that one blogs. when was the last time i let rip? anyway, i've been dying to let out a bit of air. i hope to make this as painless as possible.
as i type, i'm watching australia play croatia at the wc. this is sad. okay flip channel to see some real skills from brazil. football has taken over my life. i'm sad i missed ghana THRASH the usa. man!! my ghana friends in the states must have gone crazy.... rather crazier. i'm glad they're through to the knock-outs but they'll probably meet brazil.
other nyanyas in my life. i went to that interview almost two weeks back. the lady was really pleasant, making all sorts of good comments about my CV, bringing my hopes up. then when she found ukuthi ngivela eZim, i-smile saphela!! sayenzani kanti? so much seems to have happened since i was away, i wish hadn't come back. cut my long story short, i was promised a second interview, then izolo they ask me to come in. so mina leaves my little piece job (will describe mbayi bayi), leaves the shift, leaves the clock ticking, to go to this second interview. i get there, she's all plastic smiles. her exact words were as she led me to this interview room, "take a seat right there, dear." dear... dear... since when wena mama? why fake the nice-ness? then, she sits down and says, "sorry but you're not quite what we are looking for."
pause
mina cabangas, hang on lady, is this the interview? ngitshiy' ishift yami to come here for your ngcekeza. yindaba ungadobhanga ifoni?
[ohhh nkos'. japan just scored!!!]
we carry on. wena mama, uqinisile sibili? uzangibhadala yini imali yami? long story mfitshane, i thanked her and left. in fact, i'm tempted to write to the company to ask them what was wrong with my application. it's called feedback.
anyway, the agency calls me almost immediately afterwards. a finance company needs a sharp mind, can i start tomorrow? now we're talking. so i started at this new place and it's pretty much going to be solid for most of the summer. working on some interesting work on a pretty nice campus. there's free drinks so vele my nkomitsho is never empty. my direct supervisor, the guy i'm working under in this assignment is a really flambouyant "banana type". wavy arms type. tolerance levels will have to be increased. but i'm sure it will be fine.
about that piece job: i was openning letters at this place. yes, that was the job description. i laughed when they told me until i saw the boxes that needed attention. i cried for my mama-lo.
[brazil has equalised. woti sibon' idiski.]
as i type, i'm watching australia play croatia at the wc. this is sad. okay flip channel to see some real skills from brazil. football has taken over my life. i'm sad i missed ghana THRASH the usa. man!! my ghana friends in the states must have gone crazy.... rather crazier. i'm glad they're through to the knock-outs but they'll probably meet brazil.
other nyanyas in my life. i went to that interview almost two weeks back. the lady was really pleasant, making all sorts of good comments about my CV, bringing my hopes up. then when she found ukuthi ngivela eZim, i-smile saphela!! sayenzani kanti? so much seems to have happened since i was away, i wish hadn't come back. cut my long story short, i was promised a second interview, then izolo they ask me to come in. so mina leaves my little piece job (will describe mbayi bayi), leaves the shift, leaves the clock ticking, to go to this second interview. i get there, she's all plastic smiles. her exact words were as she led me to this interview room, "take a seat right there, dear." dear... dear... since when wena mama? why fake the nice-ness? then, she sits down and says, "sorry but you're not quite what we are looking for."
pause
mina cabangas, hang on lady, is this the interview? ngitshiy' ishift yami to come here for your ngcekeza. yindaba ungadobhanga ifoni?
[ohhh nkos'. japan just scored!!!]
we carry on. wena mama, uqinisile sibili? uzangibhadala yini imali yami? long story mfitshane, i thanked her and left. in fact, i'm tempted to write to the company to ask them what was wrong with my application. it's called feedback.
anyway, the agency calls me almost immediately afterwards. a finance company needs a sharp mind, can i start tomorrow? now we're talking. so i started at this new place and it's pretty much going to be solid for most of the summer. working on some interesting work on a pretty nice campus. there's free drinks so vele my nkomitsho is never empty. my direct supervisor, the guy i'm working under in this assignment is a really flambouyant "banana type". wavy arms type. tolerance levels will have to be increased. but i'm sure it will be fine.
about that piece job: i was openning letters at this place. yes, that was the job description. i laughed when they told me until i saw the boxes that needed attention. i cried for my mama-lo.
[brazil has equalised. woti sibon' idiski.]
welcome back to the world of blogging.
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9:51 pm, June 22, 2006