Were I not the boss I would be carrying my packed
lunch(a slice of bread and a banana) to office by now. Don’t ask why – blame it
on January blues.
I see Sheila(my secretary) with those
kindergarten-plastic containers(mind you it started this week). For the first
ten days of the month Sheila leaves office by 12:30pm for lunch. Rumour has it
that she luncheonettes from the most expensive restaurants(with exotic
cuisines) in town. By twentieth she eats from the company canteen(not more than
fifty shillings a day); and by month end she has no money left to afford her
such luxury(packed lunch in the office suffices).
Why not mind my own business? Well, I’m the boss, and
a behavioural psychologist(added advantage). I study my employees well to know
and understand them better.
As the boss I have a hefty meal allowance that affords
me six star service from any six star hotel in the city from
month-end-to-month-end. I even chattered a chopper to take me to lunch at
Serena Hotel once – talk of beating the Nairobi lunch rush hour traffic, or
just showing off. But I am alone, ever. I wonder what’s it with me even the
financial director can’t even ask me out for lunch.
Since, as the boss, I ain’t that broke I am not
looking forward to end month. I’m spinning the wheels of my head on how to get
some guy buy me flowers(strictly flowers, no lingerie and some other funny red
stuff) come valentine’s day.
I am looking forward to February. By the end of the
week, methinks, some lucky guy would be crooning for me as I drift off to
sleep.
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