Thoughts become things, today I'm thinking tickles

Blogging is not new to me, in that I am used to speaking my mind. The best thing about blogging is that my thoughts can flow to you uninterrupted. Perhaps this is what is missing in the real world. We listen but we don’t really, actually we just wait for the opportunity to agree or disagree, to voice an opinion, for having an opinion in a world where most things have been taken from us seems the most tangible remnant of freedom we have. We currently have an ad on telly; it ends in the character – beat poet with signature drum wearing a silly hat and Madiba (Mandela) shirt, asking “are you free or are you dom?” (dom means “stupid” in Afrikaans). Are those our only two options, freedom or stupidity? It makes me laugh out loud each time it plays, it is really funny, he is actually trying to sell mobile phones. His expression is priceless.

I thought about writing about myself but I think I am much rather going to write about the people around. The people that surround me. I have been circled by the falcons, they have sniffed my discontent, realised that I trudge into work 30 minutes late each day. My commute from home to where I earn my fun tokens is a whopping 2 hours and 30 minutes! Hardly worth the trip, today I am meant to sign off on some ads – but I have resolved to make them sweat just a little and will sign off just before the close of business.

My boss has a problem with me wearing jeans, she called a staff meeting – just for the women (what!!!) and discussed at length what dress code is meant to be, I got up and asked if she intends doing something about the shoulder pads in the office (way too many of them - only ladies would understand). I said they remind me of old apartheid South Africa I would rather not be taken back in such an unfashionable way! She looked at me agog, as if she knew I was about to say something she could nail me with but I stopped myself, in fact a colleague of mine did by kicking me under the table.

The hypocrite boss of mine, 50 ish, fit, false teeth, was wearing a pair of trousers so tight I swear I could lip read…

I would have said that next, I had just had enough. I am the youngest employee at the agency I work for so they don’t get me at all.

Last night huffing and puffing with my shopping (grocery) up the hill to my home in Randburg, 2 hours and thirty minutes after I officially stopped working I had a good conversation with myself, it was getting darker by the second so my descent into madness went by unnoticed. I went through all the emotions, I got mad, explained myself apologized to myself and by the time I got to my house was ready to forget all the merde of the day and focus on whats important. Cooking a meal for the nanny, listening to Stevie Wonder and dancing with my little one in the kitchen until it was time for her to go to bed. It ended up being a better day than I had imagined. Thanks Stevie and good red wine!

But hey gotta get back to work now. I feel very guilty when I slack off. So I am now pledging my shoulder to the wheel, I will be very efficient today. No more slacking, so no more flowers for Tracey, ok? Who am I kidding send flowers galore!

T