The week crawled by and by "crawled by" I mean pull my hair out when will it be Friday kinda crawled by. Work was equally just as grueling. I couldn't wait to see the back of that place. Truth be told, I hated my job. My boss was an absolute bitch who thrived on making my life a living hell. Try as I could to make her like me or at least be nice to me was a major effort in futility. No matter what I did, wahala; to the point where my physique became an issue. It had suddenly become a crime to be well endowed. The Nikki Minaj ass I had na the Creator give me, not to talk of my nice legs and glowing skin. So why should this lady continuously give me grief about it.
Just imagine. Today, I had worn a nice looking trouser with a shirt and tie since I have my own sense of style, she vex that it left nothing to the imagination given the size of my ass (her words more or less). It's not like my work isn't top notch and my clothing, corporate enough. But noooooo, this woman just keeps gunning for me. No clue as to why.
