NOW let’s get the clogged mind working. Actually, it wasn’t clogged as such but just busy measuring the length of sleep. It did not succeed; it woke up before getting to the end.
Welcome back to this blog though. And today it’s not anything serious but some reasoning here and there.
First. Junior members of any organisation seem to be the most social, talkative and united. When their seniors are busy racking their minds in those cubicles, the Air Fan providing necessary noise, they, normally, are either hiding their heads in front of desktop computers chasing away the sun as they deep their light heads in facebook, twitter, physical meeting points in the office or just taking cups and more cups of tea, coffee, or water.
You may not want to tell anyone what these guys talk about but a sneak preview of such talks would definitely go this way.
Junior Staff (JS)
JS: Have you noticed the speed at which the boss’s stomach is growing?
JS1: (huskily) yea of course, it’s kind of bulging every second. Bananas, oranges or frogs?
(The third makes things worse)
JS2: huh! The third word, I think so. Because he has been of late wriggling every now and then in his chair. Some rumbling too, often.
JS3: So he has been heavily fro-marching the amphibians into his blessed tummy. No wonder.
That’s humbly derogatory when soberly evaluated. However, juniors have never discussed anything outside their bosses. If not their salaries then their failed families. Or for female beings how the boss has been struggling to send an approach signal.
They got nothing concrete nor cheap but surely as a night succeeds a day, so is this favourite past time.
Sample this:
FJS (Female Junior Staff)
FJS: Ati! he ogled me for five minutes before opening his stinking mouth.
FJS1: You see I told you they guy is that raunchy but I like him. His dental formula is awesome.
FJS2: hehehe! What of his protruding belly. Don’t you think it’s a distraction? Also his wife might not mind resting a Somali sword in your intestines.
FJS1: When salo (salary) is six-figure, the belly keeps quiet and disappears. Wife? When did wives know their hubbies were having mipangos ya kando?
The chitchat would go on for ages possibly untill ones gets a leeway to the heart of the boss. That’s the time she’ll get a kick. And gossiping galore goes on without her, nevertheless.
Second. Why do managers hide from their juniors? As in why are they always slouching in those desks alone with that TV worsening the sombre room by beaming murder scenes and bombing in Afghanistan?
It seems it’s a subtle way to invite artificial diseases like diabetes, high blood pressure, loneliness, madness etc to their bodies so they could leave this world early and allow one junior to take over. Don’t you think so? Junior job upgrading.
Just by the way...
*The owner of this Matatu (KBB 291P) should have thought of inserting an ‘A’ after ‘E’ to this massacred virtue of human being ‘JELOUSY’. Had he done that ‘WHY JELOUSY’ on the back screen would have read well.
* Just Curious: How should one respond to a ‘What’s up’ greeting? Hope I’m not exposing my modernity ignorance here. Please help.
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