Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Swearwords... Lots and Lots of Swearwords...

What do we have here? How about a series of unfortunate events. Some less unfortunate. Or maybe just an average month in a south african white female's life...

Scenario 1: Sitting and brainstorming with a colleague at your local hangout, a coffee shop (like advertising people do), coming up with ideas that will change the world as you know it and so forth. But for now, lets be modest and say 'sitting there minding your own business.' All of a sudden a well-dressed Mozambican man walks up to you and asks for money. Nothing strange, people ask you for money every day. And then *BOOM* he shows you his arm, the bone sticking out and blood running down his hand (gag reflex). We have all been scammed before into giving people money, but there is no way a man can fake an arm like that. (Apparently he was mugged and beaten with a stick in town and the hospital can't help him cause he's not a citizen and he has no money). You help the man. He is so overwhelmed, he almost starts crying. (That sight will haunt you for years... like that cat you killed by accident when you were little... still, good deed: CHECK)

Scenario 2: Being interrogated by a russian woman. While out doing research for a new fashion label, the woman pounce on you and demands to know how much experience you have, as obviously you look like you just finished school. After which you walk into a modeling casting by accident, turn around in your tracks, walk out and buy some Starbucks coffee that isn't great, while the people at the restaurant laugh at you. You check to see if there is something on your head or if maybe you have a big hole in your stockings, but alas no. It's just you. FACT: If you ever want to lose some confidence, go to small upperclass Sandton centres in a normal outfit without perfect hair. Needless to say, that night you go for a haircut, decide to start power dressing and consider going on a diet.

Scenario 3, 4 and 5: Cannot be explained in detail due to the nature of it's contents. Let's just say, you are looking at your life. Again.

Scenario 6: Your baby sister is having a baby. Ok, she is almost 23, but you still find that very young. It took you 7months to process the idea, but finally you are very excited. You saw sonograms, felt an arm or leg or something and can see te child sitting there inside her stomach. In about 2 months you will be an aunt. You will have someone to buy those little shoes for... or a bear suit... or make bows for. Who thought that would ever be so exciting...

Scenario 7: Breaking into your own office at 6 in the morning. Stupid tag thing not working, Security company coming out to check why the alarm went off. Colleague using the 'blindly looking for the button on the wall with a broomstick' technique, which eventually works, leaving you with very little time to finish an urgent presentation.

Scenario 8: Being punked. Being set up on a 'blind date', actually knowing who the guy is, trying to humour the situation, but sheesh... huh-uh. Yes, it's is that bad.

Scenario 9: Your landlord taking away your tv (which actually belongs to him - but giving someone who is used to crappy tv DSTV for a month and then taking it away, can make them very sad). Now you'll never know what happened in Apprentice or whether the Wife Swop between the body builder family and the 'little people' family was funny or not.

Scenario 10: The universe trying everything in it's power to stop you from doing something stupid, but you know you are going to do it anyway. Oh well... :)



Scenario 11: Realizing you are a much better person on paper than in reality. Then telling your parents jokingly you want to be James Bond when you grow up so you can drive an Aston Martin and drink Vodka Martinis the whole day, and them being so excited you want to change your career that they encourage you to go for it... hmmm...

Scenario 12: Going through your playlist and listening to songs by ex boys and friends. So many good memories.

Scenario 12: Going to Cape Town this weekend! And again the next weekend! And maybe staying there for a while... you have not booked a ticked back yet... Hello Holiday.

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