The one where i am a mentor..

Hello world,

Its good to be back..dammit, its been like ten years.

I have to say this again, i am so in love with blogging that when i don't, i feel like my therapy session if waaaay overdue, and i start behaving like a mad woman-which comes more naturally than i like to acknowledge.

The working world has not been kind to me, its been event after dinner after meeting after meeting and e.t.c.

Basically, because i work for a South African organisation, and there are only 3 South Africans who are posted to this office, one is the legal advisor and the other is my immediate boss who is always out or in Pretoria (what the point of sending him here was i will never know), that leaves me as the only other South(ern) African working here and thus responsible for any (read: ALL) communication and interaction with any foreign people we deal with.

Not because the powers that be in Pretoria feel its for the good of the companies rep..no, just because the immediate boss couldn't give a fuck. So he just passes all that shit to me.

I mean, i LOVE meeting people, and i have always said that I'm in my element when i have to deal with people who i have never met before I just rock at that shit (not to be humble or anything!), but--call me an alcoholic-- but i suffer every time i attend a function on behalf of my boss and i cannot constantly fill my glass with red wine because I'm "working"...if the booze is there people, its there to be drunk. No?

The other problem is that its EXHAUSTING! I have had event after event to plan, i planned a surprise birthday party and even got so corporate i flew to Abuja (capital city) for literally 5 hours to hit up a meeting and got right back on the flight back to Lagos. How awesome am I feeling...

Anywho, about the trip to Abuja i had the best time, i really felt like a business person. I had to be at the airport at 6am, and got access to the business class lounge. I was on the flight back to lagos at 1500hr and headed straight to the office.

Sooo On the flight, i sat next to this American dude who was cute as hell, and he too was going to Abuja for the day.

Turns out, we were going to the same meeting.

Let me just tell you that there is something magically awkward about flirting with a cute as hell man for an hour, and then walking into the meeting room and finding him sitting across the room from you...ahhh. Even better..he was on the flight back with me but we didnt sit next to each other. When the flight landed i was so shocked at how good looking he was after not seeing his face for an hour that the first thing that came out of my mouth was

"jesus, thank Goodness for poverty in africa, or we would never have attended that meeting".

altogether now..IDIOT!

Needless to say we exchanged numbers and let the flirty texts begin. I mean, nothing will happen with him (well, i mean obv, coz i have my ed boy) but its fun to have someone from the work world who looks like Will Smith (i.kid.u.not) to be friends with. But i Digress.

I heart my work these days, even though its demanding i feel challenged and i am getting much better at dealing with the Nigerian people in a business setting. Even though i am dealing mainly with ex-pats these days.

Anyway, i have finally gotten a bit of a break coz i have been handed some help in the form of a new assistant in the Pretoria office who is here for 2 weeks, and because i am the youngest person in the vicinity, the office people thought that they would stick us together and we would get along like a house on fire (is this really a good analogy after my last post?)..lucky for the both of us, they were right.

She got here on Monday and she's the prettiest thing, and so sweet, and stylish and boy does she hate her job! So, natch, we have soooooooo much to talk about! I predict a great future for our friendship.

Anywho, we're covering a few meetings and events which is great, and even better is i can take her around socially as well. Last night we hit up happy hour after a meeting that ended at 7.30pm and we sat there and bitched about EVERYONE of our bosses. And filled each other in on our respective office goss, ahhh, good times! *(just as a side note, lagos totally rocks the work drama..we have office quickies and husband stealing, where pretoria has client humping and theft..puh )*

I feel like her big sister, no..her mentor. When she can't understand the Nigerians i translate, and when she needed to find a good pharmacy, i took her, lunch? she asks me. Names? she looks to me. I feel so needed! i know as a fact that she would be having a much harder time if i wasn't there (well, it helps me sleep better at night when i tell myself this). She particularly made my life when she told me "eveyone talks about how cool it is that you have become so relevant at the lagos office. I think thats really admirable, considering how hard it seems to be...and you have amazing style" (fine, i made up the style thing...and i paraphrased, but you get the picture ok).

The ONLY thing I'm worried about is that when i take her out this weekend and i get completely smashed, I'll tell her about my blog and that the mole on her neck really bugs me...fingers crossed that doesn't happen y'all.

Before i head back to being an amazing big sister/mentor/go to girl/awesome i have to share this. I have sooooo many Muslim friends, and Ramadan is coming up, so i sent them all this card:

Please tell me this is the funniest shit!

*unwritten*