I must admit I have never been the social kind of person. Maybe that’s why I’ve always wanted to be self employed or work online. (And by working online I mean betting on sports) But no thanks to my father I took on a course I did not want. Thanks to him I landed this job. I could now brag as being part of the Kenyan corporate world.
Since then I’ve spent time on google learning how to relate with my co-workers. Something I haven’t been able to grip for the past four weeks. Maybe the fact that I’m always quiet and prefer riding solo is what led her to me…
Sorry reader, the her in this case means Annie. During one lunch break she came and sat on my desk. Even though I noticed her, I pretended to be absorbed in thrash metal that was banging on my ears and on my computer. She was definitely not the type to be assumed as she took out my earphone and placed it on her ear. I uttered an “ooh’’ and pretended to notice her then. She said she did love the BVB jam that I was listening to.
We engaged in a conversation that ended up with her borrowing one of my Stephen King novels. This was a huge deal for me. It was a great step towards gaining a grip on and enhancing my social skills. We started hanging out during lunch breaks and engaging in little talks. Her helping me to familiarize with the work place environment ended up with her knowing where I stayed.
I thought her knowing my place was a good gesture as I had read on google. This backfired on April 20th when she invited herself to my place bearing birthday gifts. A day I detested most because it is the day all my troubles began, literally. I must admit her gifts made me jovial. She had got me all the three novels on my must read list. She offered that we read a novel together to counter the fact that I had said it was getting late and her husband would be worried. Three hours later we were seated together in a couch meant for one. I took out my phone to call a taxi for her but crushy Annie took it and placed it in her bra.
She claimed she was not married despite the discoloring on her finger. She went on and on about how she had missed a deserving masculine presence in her life for very long.
Knowing where this conversation was headed I served the wine she had bought while frantically trying to disengage her from the topic. I on the other hand was torn between playing Joseph and having a one night stand.
I was on the very edge of giving in when I remembered the sleeping pills my doctor had prescribed and advised me to never use unless it was necessary. Well, this was necessary despite the fact that it was not medical. One of us really needed to be put to sleep and since Biblically I was the only one who was thinking, I decided that it was her who needed a nap.
Minutes after draining the wine with the pill dissolved in it,Annie was soundly asleep on my bed. What had I gotten myself into? I spent the night on the couch slapping myself. Not because of what I had done but to get the mosquitoes off me. On one hand I imagined my father being proud of me and on the other my friends Edu and Mikey hurling all kinds of insults my way. With that I slept.
I woke up to a note on the table with the word LEFT boldly written with a marker pen and I knew she wasn’t happy. I decide to call in sick being a Friday and have myself a nice long weekend to think things over.
On Monday, I learnt that Annie too had called in sick on the same day I did. The fact that she was no longer talking to me hinted the guys at work that something had went down. We earned the nick name sick buddies. But behind my serious face was a smile since they actually didn’t know what had not gone down.