Freaked Out

OK so here’s the deal. I was left in charge for a few days and, well, to be frank I didn’t like it much.

I didn’t like the fact that 2 members of staff ran away to Korea,

Or that another didn’t turn up for work for 2 days and on the 3^rd strolled in 2 hrs late

Not impressed by the mini-epidemic we appeared to get in the office which resulted in 3 staff having to go home early ‘sick’ each day.

Or by the driver who broke a serious security regulation by taking the car through a mass political rally against strict protocols

Nor did the 4 staff who abused the charity’s vehicle and made the driver take them home amuse me.

And I admit being slightly irritated by another driver who tried to steal money from.

And the same reaction was felt when the Koidu coordinator failed to tell me that there had been an outbreak of fighting in the city.

In fact I also wasn’t too chuffed by the builders who were so incompetent that the newly erected wall fell down.

Or by the air-conditioning maintenance team who flooded the finance office.

When the theft happened in Bo during the training and I got a message that the village witch hunters were being called to find the thief, I admit to being a bit disheartened.

And I know it’s only a little thing but when I found a member of my team sneaking around the whole building eating sweets left as gifts for people on their desks it made me a bit sad. Especially as her response to being found was a little giggle and a girlish confession “I like sweets”.

Luckily my manager and advisor, who decided ‘not to bother’ coming back into work after the training, will be none the wiser that their sweets are missing.

And even more fortunate is that neither they, nor any of the other missing personnel will have witnessed the best comedy strop of an acting Director that Africa has ever seen.

At 5.15 on Friday evening, I ‘flounced’.

I packed my bag in an over exaggerated manner, picked up the keys to the truck, and ‘swept’ out of the building, shouting over my shoulder in response to a questions fired at me:

“You will find I do not work weekend, it is now the weekend, so fare thee well”

I drove home, collecting a much needed Bounty bar and cider on the way, only to get home and discover I had left my keys in the office. It was somewhat with my tail between my legs that I had to drive all the way back to retrieve them. What makes it all the more hideous, is that when I got there the office was closed and so I had to call upon the man I had dismissed on leaving to also return. Ooops!

Can you imagine how much of a dick I felt?

Many people congratulated me on the construction of my fancy dress costume for last week’s party. Strange thing is guys – I didn’t bother – this is simply what I now look after being put in charge of an Aid Organisation in Africa!

Don't ask who the bones belong to!!!