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Magaidi
[Sidenote]: Mos Def was nominated for best actor at the B.E.T awards. Yet they want us to take them seriously! Even my neighbor's fish knew Jamie Foxx would take it.[End Sidenote]

A junior banker on my team came over to my desk last Thursday and told me she was planning on calling in sick the next day because she'd made plans to go to Florida. We have a strict vacation policy where I work, and the fact that everyone wants to take days off during summer to walk their cat, feed their racoon, grease their elbows and do wierd things all at the same time doesn't help. It's my duty and obligation to report abuses of the system here but I didn't partly because, well let's face it, I have called in sick while at the airport headed to Dallas for some gallivanting with Lady M and also, I like that she's bold enough to approach me. That means my 'open door policy' is working, maybe abit too well but nonetheless it's working.

Back at the office on Monday she approaches me again. She looks like a mess, has barely slept all weekend and if I'm not wrong, that's the same outfit she had on Thursday! She broke up with her boyfriend. Maybe this 'open door policy' is working abit too well for me. Ok OK..so they broke up, aparrently there was a big brouhaha in Florida and the boyfriend took his stuff and left her stranded at the hotel. She got back at 1 AM Sunday night. She's all teary. That's a sad tale and if I cared i'd have sent her home but there are two other people out. I know your heart is broken and you look like you've drunk a barrel of Jack Daniels and you've had an emotional weekend but there's work to be done. I don't make the work up, just so happens its there, so do it nagging migraines, heartache and all.

I hate it when people share their lovelife stories with me in the office. I couldn't care less. I know my Karaoke bud is going through a divorce and the dead beat couldn't care less, actually I think I care more than he does. I don't need to hear about how many kids you and your insipid duck-faced boyfie intend to have, I need to attend to client matters..and blog about it. By your looks, the less of you we have in this world the better if you asked me!

Hi!-atus!

Magaidi

It's easy to explain why i've been lost for a while. I've been posting to the wrong blog! all this time.

For those who care, I have updated my personal profile to give a little bit more information about myself.

Here, nights are muggy and the hot temperatures keep me indoors all day. It's funny how during winter we long for the hot weather for outdoor activities and when it gets here it's so bad, i'd rather be indoors all day! I'm outside today and at first it's not as bad as I thought. There is a guest DJ from out of town, never heard of the dude but the park is full of people, the loud blaring music grips your attention as soon as you hit the small dirt road up towards the gazebo.Its a reggae song, Morgan Heritage's 'No Hafi dread' I think. I'm puzzled at all the new faces I see in the area. Usually, one can tell the new ones but if you don't know the veterans, it's hard to know who's new. It's not so hard though, the fake accents usually give it away first for the new ones, if your 'bufu's' or 'fifa's' or 'roebeks' don't catch an eye first. I remember a coupla summers ago I met this young chic who'd just flown in from home at a house party upstate.

Me: Hi I'm Magaidi
Her: I'm nay-o-meee
Me: Nice to meet you Naomi.
Her: 'Preasure's' all mine.

Such conversations don't usually last long. Reminds me of a former schoolmate I met while at a new years party during the millenium turn. The guy looked like he'd been digging a hole all night long. A few pleasantries exchanged and I find out he's just flown in. The flight he boarded left Nairobi for Dubai, Dubai for Amsterdam, Amsterdam for Heathrow, Heathrow for New York, New York for Atlanta. He took a 45 minute bus ride from the airport to his destination. This dude had been through a bunch of time zones, flown a million miles and still had the energy to party! Suddenly I feel old.