Aero!

So the reason I’ve been silent for so long is simply because so much has happened in such a short space of time, I needed time to process it all. I have and here goes. This revolution has not been televised.

Its Sunday afternoon, I am swimming in box wine, red, my flat is silent. The eerie stillness unnerves me; I look at myself in the mirror for some company. “I have grown so accustomed to her face”. Everything from where I work to that I am having sex has changed. Things seem certain now; I signed a contract and am now working in Pretoria. Pretoria. I am a permanent employee, pension, medical aid the works. Sent my little girl and nanny to CT for a two week break and so that I may adjust to the new environment, I am going to move here. I like the trees, they are colorful.

This last time has been tough; I got by on a (chicken) wing and a prayer! I handled my business though, after being told I would be retrenched from company run by monkey ball mad MD (who incidentally is now called Aero – long story) with bad suits and worse ideas to being employed in semi kushy kinda government ish job…last day at monkey house was Friday. First day new job Monday – that’s today. I handled my business.

After sharing with you the fact that I hated my new MD so, at the time I wrote this entry (Saturday morning) I wanted to report that he had significantly dropped off my YUCK radar. I was going to tell you that I have had a real conversation with him. That he has great taste in wine and that I was happy to consider him as an acquaintance. That was until Sunday morning around 3.40am. You see that was the time I arrived home with his very tipsy fiancé, very petit, wears glasses, sexy in a naughty teacher or PA way. We trawled the street of JHB in search of that elusive GLG (good looking guy) that would curl our toes and make us loose our very loose (thank the wine) resolve. Everything about us screamed we are available – we want to have fun.

He probably smelt it at the door, he arrived a few moments after we did and I was already in my panties and one of his giant shirts. Sipping the good wine from the cellar when he plonked an Aero in front of me. Already giddy with wine, feeling super sexy and unfulfilled as the night produced nothing more than numbers from boys – who I could easily forget I latched onto the Aero with expert precision. I waited until he left, to check on his monkey balls stash probably and by the time he returned I had nibbled the edge off the slim brown chocolate!

He came into the kitchen, said – who ate my choc, I said it was me with a what are you going to do about it grin, he stormed out of the house and returned shortly after with a new Aero, I started getting the feeling that shit was going to happen and prepared my waif-ish friend, I told her that he will probably over react and that she must not be afraid. I know how to deal with bullies. I was really not afraid. He came back and started swearing at me, I stopped him in his tracks and told him that he is not allowed to speak to me or any other woman like that, to which he jumped up and rushed over to me, he said get out of my house right now, I said, you over sensitive petty prick, I don’t need to be told twice, you may have dominion in this house prick face but you have none out there. I then took off his shirt and threw it at him. Stood in my panties and bra while I told him that tomorrow he will regret this but that I understand he is not all there (saw him taking a batch of about 7 pills – for depression just moments before – sore point) I said that once the pills set in, he will realize the error of his ways but that it would be too late. I said: Fu**k you and the horse you rode on you overbearing pile of puke and left. Perhaps it’s a good thing that he is not my boss anymore!