In Summary
  • “Ok. And?” I am impatient to get back to the things that were on my mind a few seconds before he walked in but it seems I never have any peace with this job these days.
  • “I need you to block off next week Tuesday for this exercise.”

“Liz, you know, you always do what you want anyway, even in situations where you should consult me. So I don’t know why you’re asking me now.

Si you just go ahead and do what you want?” That’s Fatma, dismissing my request to get her opinion on her new staff member, Brian, asking me to mentor him.

After she delivers her little tirade she hangs up and leaves me staring at my phone in frustration.

My first instinct is to call either Mariam or Jo and relay the details of everything that has happened in the past week or so — but I am distracted by the sound of my office door opening and Julius, the HR director, walking into my office and helping himself to one of my guest chairs.

“We have shortlisted the fellows we are interested in for the factory manager position,” he announces without preamble.

“Ok. And?” I am impatient to get back to the things that were on my mind a few seconds before he walked in but it seems I never have any peace with this job these days.

“I need you to block off next week Tuesday for this exercise.”

RAGGED NAILS

I glance down at my ragged nails that I was planning to see my manicurist on Tuesday to fix and sigh.

“Do I have a choice?” I ask him. I wonder for a minute if there is ever anything a man needs to do in order to keep up appearances, besides getting a 10-minute haircut. Women seem to always be rushing from make-up retail shop to salon to nail spa to apparel store in order to look halfway decent.

Julius shakes his head and frowns. “Did you have anything else planned for the day?” he asks

“Nothing serious,” I sigh, wondering if he could ever fathom how serious it feels to me to be unable to take notes during a meeting because I feel like everyone will judge me for my poor nail grooming.

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