car ridden
really don't know which offer to accept.I was chatting with one of my superiors at work about life, my travels and my very bright future the other day. It's always a pleasant conversation - I'm only trying to blend in. She on the hand gave mesome inside information - basically what they say about me in my absence. Apperently, I have set a different mood at the office.
Me according to them: I'm quirky and charming and have an extremely good sense of humour. I ask all the right questions and get the assignments done. I don't make excuses and I'm at the office on time everytime. Hmmm! Then she asks, are all people from Zimbabwe like me? I really don't mean to be big headed, I'm just that kind of guy.
Well, honestly, the only reason why I'm so nice to everyone is because I'm looking for friends. Quirky... I don't think so, maybe geeky. Sense of humour... well, you all laugh at my jokes because you've never heard them. About the "mood", maybe I should burn more CDs with SouthAfrican House Music (yebo yes, there's a house CD in the kitchenette). And the only reason why I'm always at the office on time is because I lead such a sad life and go to bed at 8pm!
As if that was enough, she went on to mass-email the office, requesting if anyone had a "spare car" to lend me while I was in America (we had figured that I'm the only one at the office whocatches the train - apart from the cleaning ladies). I didn't think much or it until this morning. As I walked in this morning, unplugging Brenda Fassie's music from my ears, one senior associate stops me and asks, Do you know how to drive a stick? Do I know??? I practically grew up on a stick (in the sticks!!) An hour later, two more cars popped up. I now have three cars (and counting) to choose from. The only sore point in accepting one car is that I have to turn down allthe other offers. I hope this doesn't give me a bad name

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