What a fucked week so far!

 What!

 

It's like I have been cursed or something this week. Let me start you off from the very beginning.  It all started last week Wednesday. I went our on this incredible date with a guy I like but turned from hot date to freezing date in a split second. Why you may ask?

He had double booked his time and was trying to be a genius and create time to handle two dates, yeah, that's it. I was on a date with him while he was on a virtual date with another lady i.e. via his cell phone. It kept ringing and ringing then eventually he told me the truth that he was to meet another lady, calls for cutting the date short right...right.It was his girlfriend calling. Moving on.

Thursday: I found out that one of my clients also a friend needed a piece of land and only the other guy (the double dater) would help out. At this point I was really pissed at him but had to swallow that and help one out. And as if that's not enough, the client insists that I have to accompany him to the land area. Great right, wrong. I'm the type of girl that thinks through her hurt, finds a solution then speaks up. I had a great deal of trouble pretending all was fine, but it had to be done. I know, kinda sicking right. It had to be done.

Friday: Nothing much, home work and back home.

Saturday: Went to see the land, had to strategise how to leave class unnoticed but one of out bipolar lecturers. She can be really bitchy i.e. the lecturer. All went well, at the land area and even went to a party together with the double dater dude I was talking about earlier, all the while trying to control myself and forget it, it didn't pass. Never said a word though. I should have.

Sunday: Hangover nursing. ATM's around my area were all out of order,

I didn't have enough cash on me. How could I get myself in such a mess. I knew this bank has such issues but then, wait, I did get myself there. Was scared but a friend helped out.

Monday/ yesterday: Woke up completely and utterly broke. Don't ask me how I didn't figure it out on Sunday. Got into a matatu, started arguing with the conductor because of a 20 bob extra fee he had just added from the agreed amount. This went on for about 20 minutes and I eventually gave in. Had the busiest morning in the office. Two long meeting in the afternoon that went into the evening. Waited for about 30 minutes before I could get a matatu after work. Got traffic on my way to town and had to alight and walk another about 2.5km to my stage to get another matatu to take me home. I passed three stages with no sign of matatus, but lots and lots of people, first sign of trouble, the third stage I was lucky and got one. We went ahead to park it along Koinange street down town due to the heavy traffic. Just when we had got a chance to drive a little, another Idiot of a driver decided to ram unto us from behind, made a major dent and threw us off balance. Yup, I got into an accident. Like this day wouldn't end already. I already tired.

Stayed there at the scene of the accident for an additional 30minutes as they negotiated among themselves. Left, got more traffic ahead. A woman in the matatu started getting seizures, the man next to her slapped her, literally, and she sobered up. I thought it was her hubby at first only to realize they were not even together. Awkward!

After all that, when I was close to alighting, we were ''sold off'' to another matatu full of drunkards including the driver. I had to pray and ask the Lord to please get me home safely. I alighted and while walking home, two grown arse men, started asking me if I was a whore and why am I walking home alone at that time of the night. Ooh yes, the journey took me 3 hours, normally takes 45 minutes to get home. From 7Pm got home at 10pm.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!