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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