25 April 2012
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Favourite Cake Ever! Bar One Cake |
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2nd birthday cake, Caramel, not much to blog about |
Just after my birthday, i got a call from an old friend of
mine, not the one I was going to move in with. Let’s call this friend NS and
the other one ZS. She got a new job and was stood up by someone that was going
to host her until settled down. I picked her up at the bus stop, we went over
to mine and reminisced. She’s a good, genuine friend, I love spending time with
her.
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KFC and Chicken Licken! That's what happens when you shop on an empty stomach |
I moved out of my apartment, the last week of April. I tell
you, I’ve called more than 25 places home in my entire lifetime and that was
the hardest good bye (to a home) for me! I cried! I was overwhelmed with
emotion, you know? It was a lot of things, I’d only been back home for a month,
from Georgia, which was another roller-coaster, when I had to move to
Johannesburg, 2months later, I had to move again. There was just too much
uncertainty around me, too much instability. Of course, I had no intentions of
staying with a friend forever. It was nice to kknow that i had a place to stay
until I figured out my next step. I am not one to depend on people, even
though, my friend needed me there for the diet thing, for those that didn’t
know, I was Miss Weighless Gauteng year
2002. I know! I know! I know! J
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My family calls me The Queen of Junk Food. I wonder Why? |
I moved in with my friend on a Wednesday or Thursday. We weighed ourselves on Friday and got started
eating right! We weighed ourselves every Saturday since then. A week since
moving in with ZS, Her friend who is a doctor was looking for a receptionist
for his rooms. My friend told me about it, she had already told the Doc that
She knows just the person for the job, unfortunately my US plans were under
way, I was going to leave in a month or two. Even though,I was excited to be
working, about the idea of having something to do while waiting impatiently for
my US plans, I felt like taking on a job was so stable,as if I was intending to
stick around for a while. We agreed that Doc would hire someone else and have
me train that person as I have tons of experience in that field.
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The two on the left are my Hard drives, the other 2 ex boss' |
I got the job! Well, I only found out 4days later! Fourways
is not a place for pedestrians! I had to walk 30 minutes to the boom gate, we
lived in a gated community. Then hail a taxi to work. I worked in Carstenhof
Clinic from May onwards. My boss was a gem! The best boss anybody could ever
ask for! What a breath of fresh air from the monster I worked for previously! It
was just Doc and I in the rooms (well, and the cleaning lady who came in once a
week, she was sweet too, we got along), he had his own room, with a
consultation room, my office, the
waiting area and some type of a conference room. The rooms were amazing! So
gorgeous! He has great taste too! I had wonderful times in Carstenhof, I won’t
lie to you! Best few weeks of my working life! I looked forward to being at
work.
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My niece and nephew say I'm a hippie from how I sometimes dress |
I got paid end of the month! Whew! First actual salary since
Georgia! Thank goodness!
At home, I lived with ZS, her daughter, the lady taht looks
after the daughter, let’s call her P. Just the four us. ZS had friends over a
lot though, so there were always lots of other people, which didn’t bother me,
some of the friends, I knew, some I didn’t but they were nice people. I had to give living with ZS a great deal of
thought as I didn’t want it to ruin our friendship, we had been friends since
1989, so yeah. You don’t want to mess that kind of friendship up!
ZS’s place has 2 lounges, P and the daughter use the one
lounge to watch TV and stuff, I used the other one because we liked different
shows, I enjoyed DSTV channels, P liked SABC stuff and Nigerian movies. I
didn’t want them changing the channel
for me when I could just use the other TV. I try and stay out of
people’s way when I live with new people, so that i don’t cause any unnecessary
awkwardness.
I bought and prepared the diet meals myself, P was handling
hers and the kid’s. I noticed that whenever they ran out of stuff, she wouldn’t
tell her ZS instead, she would take some of the diet stuff. That was so
frustrating because when I did grocery shopping, I had already pre-planned what
I would cook for the weak. It came to ZS’ attention, she suggested, we keep our
diet stuff in a separate cupboard. Even though i didn’t want it to come to
that, I thought that was fair.
One Saturday, I went to the kitchen and found the cooking
oil that was in our cupboard all messy, with oil all over the bottle and you
could see it had been used:
Me: P please, can you not use the stuff I buy for ZS and I?
P: LIKE WHAT?
Me: Any and everything I get for us, if you run out of
things, please let her know of do like you used to before I got here.
P: I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT COS I CAN SEE
THAT YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME. I’VE BEEN WATCHING YOU! YOU ALWAYS TALK TO ME
LIKE YOU’RE TALKING TO A DOG. I KNOW THAT I’M JUST A MAID HERE, BUT YOU SHOULD
STILL RESPECT ME. I SEE HOW YOU NEVER SIT WITH ME IN THE LOUNGE, COS YOU THINK
YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME. Blah blah blah blah!
Me: It seems like you’ve had isues you needed to address
with me for a while, I wish you had sat me down and talked to me about them
because now you’re taking something
really innocent and turning it into something it’s not-
P: NO SIS BABES! I WON’T LET YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT
ANYMORE, I AM TIRED OF YOU AND YOUR ATTITUDE........
Me: I’m not having this conversation with you right now.
Anyway, you got the message. ( I told her walking away to my bedroom. The
daughter was watching TV with her friend in the lounge, we were in the open
plan kitchen right next to them, P was yelling at the top of her voice).
I went to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. She
budged in, crying, pointed at me and yelled and yelled and yelled. I got up and
told her she can have the room if she wants it because I am trying to get some
privacy from her and she just wont let me. I left and closed the door behind
me, with her inthe room.
She came out, howled and howled, crying, and talking on the
phone. I overheard her saying she couldn’t stand living under the same roof as
me any longer, she couldn’t stand the way I treaded her and wanted to leave.
She wanted whomever she was talking to on the phone ( I assume ZS) to send her
a car, she was leaving. Her closet was in my bedroom, (so Georgia, right? ) she went in there and
started throwing her clothes on the floor, crying. You could tell she was
fuming. I didn’t like where the whole
thing was going. I had to think. Fast. I opened my side of the closet and went,
“you know what? Stay, I’ll move out! You can have this room”
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ZS gave me that :) |
I had promised the kids I’d drop them off at the movies. The
daughter overheard P telling someone over the phone that I was moving out. She
(daughter) came running to me crying, she begged me not to leave, telling me
I’m like a mother to her. That touched me. I dropped them off at the movies,
went back home, packed my suitcases. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve
packed in the past year. My gosh! When P Saw me packing, she stopped. USA trip
was around the corner, I had to be packed for that, so packing wasn’t a waste
of time J .
I didn’t see ZS for the next 2-3days, even though she did come home. That made
things awkward! I was looking forward to discussing the whole thing with her. I
had already secured a place to crash, with NS should I end up having to leave,
of course, I wasn’t going to wait for ZS to kick me out but I would read
between the lines. If I had had a chance to talk to her, but not seeing her,
wasn’t helping. I also didn’t want to force her into talking about something
she wasn’t ready to talk about because She came to my room every night after
work when she came home, this time she didn’t. I assumed she needed spave and I
gave it to her.
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The Niece and The Nephew |
ZS and I kinda talked about this a few days later, I had to
give her a summarised version of my side as she was rushing to work. I was over
it by then anyway.
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Just before I left my Melville apartment |
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last meal before the diet |
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The day I cut my dreads, what a mission to undo all this |
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