One thing for sure, I’ve never been a morning person, early morning is wonderful but it is such an inconvenient time for me, especially the fact that it tends to encroach on my honeyed sleep.
My first day interning!!
After the alarm for 5:30am rung, I felt like the whole world was crumbling onto me, I felt terrible.
The sleep was at its peak of sweetness, the snooze button was so damn tempting; it was so cold out and yet my bed was warm and cozy.
Well knowing that I’m using public means from Naalya to the city centre which is roughly an hour, I consoled myself with the ‘I’ll make it in time’ stunt and slept again.
Meanwhile, I’m woken up at 6:00am by knocks at my door with a very displeasing voice telling me to wake up, I tell her i knew i had to wake up. My mom still drooling in her sleep forced herself in my room and pulled me out of bed with an irritating touch. My head rotated in an unusual way. Again, I felt terrible.
I realise the dress I was meant to put on has its zip messed. ????
Voila!!! I start panicking and before I know it, I’m left with an option of putting on pants on my first day at work.
Hey@, I mean jeans not office pants. I tried to convince myself I’ll be fine and smart with my black jeans, Mother kept on saying I’ll be the smartest among the interns.
My hair is just a week old but I feel it’s four weeks old. Generally, I feel un-smart but I have limited time to work on that.
I need to be early not only because it’s day one; but also, I’m wearing pants, dispatched pants.
I reach at work at 8:05 am, my boss without replying to my morning message says, “you are late.”
Well, at least it wasn’t, “you look shabby.”
????#Dead
