Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello

Log Thirty-two: ERRAND GIRL

THIRTY-TWO
ERRAND GIRL

Tuesday

7:50 am

Dear Diary

The following conversation occurred between Elvis and me.

...

"What the actual Heck Shaniqua!"

He got my name correctly for the first time, Yay!

"I'm so sorry sir—I didn't intend for you to--"

"-- Oh! Shut the hell up Shaniqua! What were you even doing in my office so early and why are you even here so early anyway?"

"I thought I was supposed to resume at 7 am according to the mail of yesterday."

"For the interview YES! normal work time is 9-5"

"Ah! Me I didn't know sir—I'm very sorry."

"Was that why you came into my office? Couldn't you have waited at the reception?"

"Since it was your office I came to yesterday, and I saw a small desk and table at a corner of your office I just assumed it was mine."

"Assumed?—well it's actually yours but still, you didn't have to right to step into my office without knocking."

"The door was left wide open sir."

"Bloody illiterate prosti—you could have still knocked, it's not an excuse!"

"I'm sorry sir."

"Oh! Shut the hell up!—anyone finds out about this and you're fired! Is that clear?"

"Clear as today, sir!"

"What?!"

"I said it's clear as day sir!" I immediately reconstructed my words when I saw the fury on his face.

"Are you done with the calls?"

"It's remaining small sir." I lied—it was more than small, in fact, I hadn't gotten to half.

"Good, you're to submit to at exactly 12 sharp—and get me coffee and a couple of cupcakes at the bakery downstairs—they know how I like it."

"Okay, sir." I nodded and watched as he stumped outside.

'E choke!' I thought to myself and that was when I realized that he hadn't given me money for the coffee and cake so I ran after him but I was too late, the elevator door had closed.

I waited for the elevator car to descend and when it finally did, I got into it, saying the Lord's Prayer. I didn't want to walk in on him and the prosti—having another awkward private moment.

The door to the elevator opened and thankfully, the direct door to Elvis's office was shut—or at least almost and just when I was about to knock, I began to subconsciously eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Why did you leave the door open?!"

"Oga calm down, why are you screaming at me like that? Abi is she your babe ni?"

"How much is your money?"

"4,500"

"Ah!" I heard myself shout and I immediately bit my tongue and immediately pretended to have hurt myself as I pushed the door open.

"What's wrong again, Shaniqua? What were you doing there?"

"There? Where? Me? Nothing! I wanted to ask for money for the—,"

",—put it on my tab, tell them to put it on my freaking tab!" He yelled at me and I scrammed out.

That's how I'm waiting for the coffee to get ready o my Dear, Bebi. Hmm...

The Errand Girl; Shaniqua

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