Wednesday, 19 September 2012

OF OFFICE ETIQUETTE...


I am re-blogging this from Oroque's, the one and only cute twin i have on Blogsville. I had another gist post scheduled but this had to come first. The hilariously serious yet very apt way he wrote this just got me and i'm pretty sure we all have people like this around. This applies in every sphere of life and not just the office. Enjoy.

Hello 'guy that pisses on the toilet seat', i have decided that i am sick of your slovenly ways. after four years in this office, i have finally had it with the amount of gruesome lack of etiquette that you exude on a daily basis and your gross disregard for the comfort of other people who have to share common facilities in the office with you. I know you read my blog cos you've actually told me a couple of times, so here is hoping you see this. It's the least embarrassing way to say this to you without resorting to fisticuffs. There are a few things that you must change if you intend to get any respect from other colleagues as you are now famous for being a dirty, semi-literate duffus who breaks up group conversations by your mere presence:

1. The toilet seat can and should indeed be lifted if you want to pee: this advice is given first because it is what you are solely remembered by. Every time people cannot quickly recall your name, they say "the guy that pees on the toilet seat". so here is the deal, there are urinals and there are toilets. I would hate to gross other readers by specifying the difference and i'm hoping that by the sounds you can tell which is to be used for what. if for any reason you cannot use the urinals, please please please lift up the first movable seat on the toilet. I cannot count how many times we have had to use tissue to clean the seat of your droplets before we can go. no hand wash can erase the feeling afterwards...

2. Mouthwash has been invented: I'm not trying to out you or anything and you're not the only one with this small problem. in fact, it's a natural thing for many Nigerians considering our very healthy diet choices and not-so-top-notch oral hygiene...but what many of us do when we have been working for many hours at a stretch and have to go for a meeting or liaise with a colleague, is a quick dash to the gents, a quick gargle with mouthwash or a quick spray of breath freshener. I know that for guys it's hard to admit that you have this small issue and we would prefer to chuck it down to the 'who has time for that' sphere, but it can sometimes make things happen for you, or not.

3. There is such a thing as earphones: This is 2012 and we all have to share this open plan office. I know you're on your way to heaven with Kenny Rogers but please can you let me get some work done while you're on your journey? Yes, this world is not your home, but you still need to earn your monthly salary, and so do i. I kinda feel bad having to tell you to reduce the volume on the music player underneath your desk especially when you're playing "what a friend we have in Jesus" by Dolly Parton, cos i don't wanna seem like the enemy so please do us both a favour.

4. 'Ladies first' also applies to buffet finger foods during office meetings: I know you're going to pretend like this topic doesn't make sense to you. Oh, but it does. Remember the last office meeting we had in the board room, where they had laid out sandwiches, kebabs, and other such finger foods a.k.a small chops and how you were the first to rush to the table as soon as they declared it was coffee break? Not only did you not notice that most of the men sat until the ladies had queued up to help themselves, but you also insisted on having two pieces of almost everything on display. As if the general glares that followed you away from the table did not suffice, you had to go back again to queue after wolfing down the first batch until a lady mentioned that "this is not to substitute for your lunch o"...and this is when you clearly took offence. Like really? Well since we haven't had a moment to catch up since that unfortunate incident, this is to inform you that yes, ladies first also applies to the buffet table. For the future, this is the etiquette: you queue from left to right, you do not linger too long trying to make up your mind, you do not bend down to smell the food, and you take one piece of everything until everyone has had a chance to at least go one round. By applying this rule, i find that i never get any food whenever we have buffet finger foods but i hope that will change when you and your ilk begin to observe this.

5. Step away from a group when you have to take a call: This is clear, so no need to dwell on it. You're very loud when you're on the phone, and you laugh like a dying dog so can you please move away from generally shared areas (like your workstation maybe?) When you have to talk on the phone. Plus, it wasn't cool to hear you scolding your wife like that the other day, in English no less...left everyone feeling awkward, and trust me we will look at your wife like a hapless refugee whenever we eventually get to meet her. Before i forget, the speakerphone function is not for private conversations. You should not put your children on speakerphone when they are on holiday with all the screaming in the background, or your wife when she is in the market and that applies to your mechanic, mother and anyone who is not discussing work related matters with you in a quiet environment.

6. Horseplay is punishable in many work spaces: Okay, i may have to explain this one. Horse play means any shoving, pushing, jumping on lockers, play punching, or other disruptive physical contact with another person. So, here's how it works. except you're close friends with a colleague, don't get into their personal space. Don't hold women by the waist, don't put men in a play choke hold from behind, don't punch people or tap the back of their heads, don't grab peoples legs as they climb the stairs in front of you and definitely don't pat their backs when they're having lunch. I know this is not exhaustive but that hope you get the picture. Treat people like absolute strangers until they invite you to touch them. I would have referred you to an article on 'personal buffer zones' but that would stretching it.

7. Treat your boss with respect: I know you've been having it rough with your boss for the past four years. I notice how irritated he is whenever he has to speak to you and how short tempered he appears to only you. You've even asked me once how i get him to be so friendly with me. Here's the trick. I never call my boss from across the room. Yes, we use the American system of calling everyone by their first names, but screaming their name down a corridor after they have turned a corner is not very smart. Secondly, i sometimes allow your boss to be right. Yes, i know it doesn't make sense to just nod, take fake notes and say okay when i clearly have already included his points in the letter he is asking me to go and re-write, but sometimes it helps manage the perception that you are unduly argumentative and always wanting to prove a point. Finally, i don't sneak out after work especially knowing your boss only gets around to doing the mail rounds by 5pm. it's a sign of maturity to adjust your closing time to suit business needs and not run off without saying goodnight only to avoid working late.

I do hope you will take heed to these urgings, and that someday you will thank me for saving your social life and maybe even your career. If not, oh well, you cannot be worse off than you already are anyway. See you around, and i hope my days of wiping the toilet seat after you are over.

Your colleague (friend would be stretching it a tad), RQ

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Thanks for always coming by.
Kisses

Monday, 10 September 2012

150 SHADES OF TORTURE!



I flipped through the first book and all i have to say is Jehovah take the wheels! Somebory is not married and somebody isn't getting *cough* some so it’s pure torture. Thanks to Luscious Lue, I entered a giveaway by Nwunye of How to Love Igbo Things and i won! Yay me!

The rules: I’d like 100 words on THE MOST RIDICULOUS THING that has ever happened between you and a guy/girl you really really like. Heck, make it up if you have to.
Go crazy.

My entry: I hooked up with this hawt guy I liked in university. We hadn’t seen for a while so when he suggested lunch I agreed.  After the delightful meal, he offered to drop me home. As I got out of the restaurant, I slipped and my very pencil skirt, which had a front slit, tore all the way to my pubic area. Did I mention I was going commando because I hate pant lines? I wanted to die. His reaction? The monkey pointed at it (the idiot, as if i needed direction) and started laughing. During the trip home, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He apologized but let’s just say that was the end of that. A-hole

Hey! Don’t look at me like that! It’s cool to feel some breeze under there sometimes you know. *cough* Anyway, don’t ask if that’s real or fiction. You hear? You hear?
Ok good.

I finally got my books (I’m considering them my birthday present) thanks to Nwunye.

So after my books arrived, guess who showed to visit me? Yea, Mo aka my bestie. The very same babe who i have been begging to come visit. She decided to miraculously show. And no, she didn't miss me. She came for the 150 shades of torture. *Shaking my head slowly for her* Even if i and the rest of the world are not getting any *cough* it shouldn't stop my friend from getting her groove on ba? #NowMentallyOrganisingaBaby/BridalShower because she is getting preggers for sure.

So i used the picture of the books as my Blackberry Display Picture and a friend buzzes me:
Im: Very bad book, please don't read, I won't buy the others...
Toin: Lmao. That bad huh? I have the 'tiri' (three) o! *covers face*
Im: Hehehehe better read up then...
Toin: Ah, read up ke? I'm not ready yet. Thank God books don't expire.
Im: It'll be out of your head in a week.
Toin: Alright then. I will think abourit

7days later

Im: Did you start the books? Nobody to discuss with.
Toin: Not yet. Why? Just flipped through the 1st one. I've borrowed a friend actually.
Im: I'm on the second book, couldn't help it. Apart from the kinky stuff, it's a very moving love story. Read it jor.
Toin: Lmao. Thought you weren't reading anymore :D
Im: I couldn't help it
Toin: So it's good then?
Im: Very very. Please dig in. I can't stop, my husband seized it, I almost went crazy.
Toin: Lmao smh4u

So fingers crossed

I know i've been MIA lately but i'll be back with juicy gist soon. #wink.

Shout out to the newest engaged couple: 9jas great and Becqui. May God bless your new journey xo

Kisses

Thursday, 23 August 2012

JUST.DO.IT



So when I’m about to whine to God, I come across another story that makes me feel a little ashamed of my ‘whiny-ness’. I absolutely love my life and I hardly complain, well, except to God. I know some people have it harder, which doesn’t take away from my complaints. It just makes me more grateful with a thankful heart. I was talking to a friend a while back and he mentioned how bubbly I always seem and how he wished he could be like me all the time. I remember laughing and telling him i have my “off” days and how annoying it would be if everyone was like me. I know my ‘happy’ is sometimes so fierce and bright, it hurts people’s teeth but I’m not even sorry lol. Why should I be? My outlook to life is cheerful. I choose to see life like that. I laugh a lot and i don't take myself or life too seriously unless I absolutely have to. Situations might change in a heartbeat. Do i always see life through rose-tinted eyes? Not even close. Am I always happy? Hell to the N to the O. Do I think life’s fair? I’ve been told all’s fair in love and war. And Life.
Ellie & Oscar


Oscar Pistorious is one man that has inspired me. The South African was eliminated from the 400m 2012 Olympics, finishing last in his semi-final, but his being at the Olympics will always be more important than his feats.  He won the hearts of many and inspired even more. It was the first time a double-amputee would participate in Olympics sprint category. I saw a picture of him with Ellie May Challis. Oscar "Blade Runner" Pistorious, 25, was just 11 months old when doctors discovered he had no fibulas, requiring below-the-knee amputations of both his legs. 

8 years old Ellie May Challis lost both her hands and legs at 16 months, after contracting a severe case of meningitis. Ellie has a twin sister, Sophie and older siblings Tai-la, and Connor. Although Ellie was originally fitted with standard prosthetics, the toddler found them difficult to walk with. More sophisticated carbon fiber legs (the kind worn by Pistorious) were expensive, but Ellie's community rallied behind her, raising the $15,000 needed for the replacements. Now, Ellie can go to school with her new ‘legs’ and feel comfortable enough to participate with her peers.

Nick & Kanae
Now imagine being born without arms. No arms to wrap around someone, no hands to experience touch, or to hold another hand with. What about being born without legs? Having no ability to dance, walk, run, or even stand on two feet. Now put both of those scenarios together: No arms and no legs. What would you do? Well, Nicholas James Vujicic is living the life and making the best of it. Nick Vujicic is an Australian preacher and motivational speaker born with Tetra-amelia Syndrome, a rare disorder characterized by the absence of all four limbs. Nick now inspires and motivates people from all walks of life, touching lives all over the world. Through his amazing ability to connect with people from all walks of life and his incredible sense of humor, he captivates children, teens and adults alike. On 12 February 2012, he married his fiancée Kanae Miyahara.

At their wedding
You really can not prepare for trauma but you can learn to deal with it because when life happens, sometimes, the life you know is over forever. When life happens however; it is who you choose to be after the incident that matters. Life can and will throw you curves but only you can decide what you do with those curves. You can put those curves in tight fitting clothes and strut around like Kim K or drown those curves in horrible clothes like a candidate for ‘How Do I Look’. Make them a barrier or triumph. Entirely up to you.

Oscar, Nick and Ellie are beautiful people with inspiring and amazing stories. What's your story?
  1. Do you wake up each day with a sense of purpose or you just roll out of bed and do whatever comes to you?
  2. When are going to start doing the things you love that make you happy and living your dream?
  3. When will you stop worrying about things you can not change?
  4. When are you going to start appreciating the moment without stressing over your past or future?  Next year? Next month? Next week or today?
If there is something you’ve been meaning to do, just do it. Don’t stay in that rut longer than you absolutely have to. Keep it moving. Every second lost is gone forever. Whatever you do, live life and give 100%. Be amazing. Be strong. Be awesome. Be courageous. Be outstanding. Get inspired.  JUST.DO.IT
I can’t believe it’s mid-month already. Have a BOLT-ed rest of the month. (Lame right? I know lol. I just had to throw that in. The guy’s a legend)

P.S: It’s my birthday tomorrow (16th) Yay!!! Same with Didi. I receive early presents so you can deliver the cars, Ipads, books and stuff asap. Late gifts are frowned upon but accepted too lol. This is going out to August babies: Yellow Sisi & Aseni (where is she by the way?)
P.P.S: I met Rita of Eroinspirations and the meeting was amazing though short. I finally met a blogger :D. Che, ayam no longer jealous of you and Amaka or Even Myne and MsTizzle :D
P.P.P.S: Pray for me people. Ayav been lusting after something I should not even be looking at. This lust is a serious marra o. Sha pray for me biko. Thanyouverymuch.
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Friday, 27 July 2012

DO I NEED TO HAVE ANY OTHER REASON TO BE EXCITED? IT'S FRIDAY!!!


*Ignores cowebs* How have y'all been? Well, Posh hasn't discovered my last post yet so everything is alright with the world and i'm awesome (*eyes 9jas Great) I know y'all missed me. I missed you too (please don't burst my bubble). Can someone uproot Coy Introvert and get her to blog? And Honeydame too plix. I'm guessing she's under YY someone's Abe abo still.....

So i have been skittish about posting my creative work's on here (poems and short stories) but when Da Injurer asked me to do a guest post, i decided to write fiction for his blog. So please check it out here and show your girl some love let me know what you think ;)

A friend sent me this and i'm sharing. I wish i could take the credit for this but i can't. Only the words in italics are mine.

Smile: It makes a world of difference. It’s the most beautiful make-up ever. Mine is usually measured in mega-watts :D
Dance: who knows when you won't be able to. I know all about this. Trust me on this one, life might not always play the music you like but you should dance anyway.
Cry: Holding those emotions in is bad for you. Sometimes we need to cry to be able to see clearly again. I don't mean you should turn into water works though ;)
Kiss: Kisses are the most wonderful things in the world. (ask Gretel about this one lol)
Laugh: What's the point in hiding happiness? It’s the most wonderful feeling ever. Share it.
Frown:Why not let him know you're unhappy? (Him huh? They're usually the culprit. No? Not always though) Frowns give you ugly lines on your face unlike the fresh ones you get when you smile or laugh. Frowning is such a waste of time and happiness.
Apologize: You don't want to lose friends. Make that call. Send that SMS. Reach out. Apologise. Hang out. Make time. Live life. Enjoy it. Don't leave it until later. Just do it
Hug: There's no better feeling being wrapped up close to someone you love. Just Hug it out. It's free, simple, means a lot and it feels wonderful. I’m a serial ‘hugger’ :)
LIVE: because life is truly beautiful and all you have is the here and now. Tomorrow is not guaranteed.

I'm giving a sharrout to MsTizzle. She did a give-away for her bloggerversary earlier in the year and i won Myne's book: A Love Rekindled. I'm still excited. Thanks girl. *hugs*

Have a fantastic weekend. Love y'all muchos
I'll be back

P.S: Each time i get a new follower, i dance azonto :D

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

A QUICKIE ;)


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So, this is a short post. If my friend sees this, I’m dead for sure. I hope I come back here alive though because I’ll really miss you guys.

Do not read this at work. If you are at work or a public place, close this window and step away from your computer or phone now! I repeat, DO NOT READ THIS!

Now go ahead and read hehehe.

I read Honeydame’s last post where she shared one of her most embarrassing moments. I thought it was hilarious, so I sent the link to my friend (lets call her Posh) who in turn decided to tell me about hers.

Posh: I was coming back from somewhere one day when I was about that age, then shit was catching me. I was sha tryna hold myself. When I was a few houses away from mine, I couldn't take it any longer
Toin: Oh oh!
Posh: There was a lil bush beside a family friend’s house & i quickly squatted to do my thing
Toin: Berra
Posh: Dunno where this boy sprang out from. He was a year ahead of me in primary school
Toin: Nooooooooooooooooooo
Posh: He chased me with half the poo dangling out my shithole and my pants down my ankle
Posh: He chased me all the way to my house
Toin:  rotflmao Tears
Posh: I ran like a common criminal
Toin: hahahaha
Posh: Needless to say by the time I got home, I didn't feel like shitting again
Toin: I swear, I have tears in my eyes
Posh:  It wasn’t funny o. My brother nearly died of laughter
Toin: I’m dying here. Water is coming outa my eyes and nose

Now let’s pray she never ever sees this. Fingers crossed.

Please share your embarrassing stories in the comment section. (It can't be as bad as Posh's or can it?)
To my new followers, thanks guys and welcome to my crazy fun space.
Happy new month y’all. I’ll be back #wink

Friday, 22 June 2012

MY LADY LOCKS ;)


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Oh, you think I wana give you tips and how to do your hair? Hahaha you’ve got to be kidding. I have absolutely no clue. In fact, I need help with my ‘chicken scratch’ & if you call me that, imma kee you.

A lot of crazy interesting things have been happening in my life. See, I try to be normal. I swear, I try but these things just keep happening to me. I think I'm nature's idea of fun. Someone must be sitting or standing up there, pointing and laughing their ass off at my life. (God, no offense)

So this is the story of my hair. My hair has issues. In fact, it’s always had issues. My hair has a mind of its own and bad*ss attitude. Sometimes it grows & I'm so shocked but I don't say nada because I don’t want to jinx it. Other times, it just assumes that annoying “grow? Yea right *rme*” or "grow ko, grow ni mshew" attitude. My siblings named it 'chicken scratch' because it’s used to be scanty.

I love my hair. It is very soft and beautiful. I just wish it would listen to me sometimes. I am allowed to only retouch like 3ce in a year.  When it's very due, I can still comb it with ease (without profanities). And about 10 minutes of Olive regular gets it retouched. It used to be about 5 minutes of Dark and Lovely Regular but I had to switch because, apparently, it was too tough for my hair.

Around this time last year, it started breaking badly after I did some Rihanna-type style that required serious bonding. When I took the weave out, I freaked because half (not exaggerating) of my hair went with the bonding thing. I stared in horror as more and more hair kept falling out. I could not cry at the salon although the lady doing my hair totally saw my despair. Knowing my hair the way I do, what I kept thinking was: what if it never grows back? #shudders. When I told Prim, she told me my new nickname would be baldy. So I ended up cutting my hair really low. I also made a mistake of telling my mom that I was thinking of going on short dreads. Let's just say, she totally spoilt it for me. Something about “why would you like to copy a mad person” smh for her. So after retouching, I was advised to leave it for a few weeks to let it breathe then try matting/corn rows for a while (didi olowo) so I got some wigs.

I usually leave the wig in the car; 1 less thing to worry about it the morning. I succeeded until one fateful morning when I had gotten half-way to work only to realise my wig wasn't in the car. Long story short, I rocked that hair to work like that o. I kid you not. Some of my male colleagues told me it was cute & my scalp was nice so I shouldn't worry. One actually said I should do more hair that shows my scalp cos it was sexy. #nawash. Anyways, that was that. Oh, you want to see a picture? Alright here:
This is the kodak-moment hair i took to work :)
After several years of fasting and prayers, it’s finally stable and I’m hoping it remains stable but I still need help. What kinda stuff do you think I can do to my hair so it doesn’t break or recede? What can do to give it more body and strength? Biko, help a sister out.

P.S: I’m officially jealous of Lady Ngo and Jemima’s hair.

P.P.S: Thank you all so much for the encouraging words and suggestions about my friend. I really appreciate it. May God bless and keep us all.