Fear of the Weekend

Since the economic meltdown, things have been a bit tight financially. And am not talking about individuals only, many Nations have suffered. Nigeria is without subsidy, America is owing China & even Brazil has stopped exporting Human Hair. "Times are hard!" seems to be the raining catch phrase. And even Uncles and Aunts u once loved visiting because of the occasional transport fare are no longer available. Everyone seems to be going to Abuja more often. I saw an Aunt of mine at an occasion once, called her 3mins after, and suddenly she's in Abuja?! But I wasn't upset, 'cause I know "Times are hard!".

I thank God though, for the dogmatic resilient nature of we Nigerians, we always seem to find a crack in the system, that Never say Die spirit has made us a force to be reckoned with in any economic circumstance. And it seems, the lower u are on the financial stability ladder, the more "adapt" u are to finding a crack in the system, a life-line, a little self-deviced method of making money. Even the crippled guy I ran into yesterday was tryna sell me a pack of handkerchiefs. He said "Bros I no dey beg u money, but abeg help me buy!" ...and I thought "Dude u just begged me!". Again I didnt get upset, cause the economy is bad and at least he's tryna make an honest living.

So down went the economy and up went the hustle.

AND THE HUSTLE AFFECTS EVERYONE...

As an entertainment person, I am part of the unemployed population, which means I am a contract staff of my clients. That is they need a service, I provide it, I get paid, everyone's happy. But since the subsidy has been removed, contract staffs like me suffer. Clients need a service, I provide, I dont get paid. It's either, the person in charge has gone to Abuja (...again) or Madam hasnt signed or Oga is yet to approve the invoice or the tropical storm has affected the bank or some other fairy tale. And this has become the norm. Do I quit? Never! I still push on, hustle the week out and look forward to the weekend where I can watch Arsenal or play Call of Duty on my playstation or go watch a movie with friends or dance azonto in Caliente, but not anymore. Why? Cause I am suffering from WEEKENDOPHOBIA!!!!!

Weekendophobia - Fear of the weekend.

I know what u're thinking, how did I come up with such a name right? Well, am a Gemini, it comes naturally. *dusts shoulder*

Those of u who arent so distracted by that word would be thinking "Why would anyone be afraid of the weekend?" well, I'd tell u...

U see, it's not all the time one gets a major hit whilst working as a contract staff, sometimes u get little hits that'll just help with ur fuel for the week or ur BIS if it's the end of the month or maybe a movie if u're craving a dark room and popcorn whilst snuggling with ur love interest, and then u'd save the rest or just hold it as vex money or incase-shit-happens money, but these days... *sigh* I cant do that u see, because EVERY WHERE I GO, u have all these security men, janitors (most annoying) and car park security men (they're the worst) asking u the same bloody question "Big Bros, anything for weekend?" or they say the most obviously psychotic one "Big Bros, na weekend we dey!" ... And am thinking to myself "...Wait! Did he just call me stupid??" Like I dont f*cking know that its weekend. WHAT THE... @#$%&?!!!

The order of most annoying are as thus: Security Men < Janitors < Car Park Security.

Security Men, I can all but tolerate cause I prolly just walk past n say "I dey come!", the Janitors... oooh the Janitors, bloody annoying. Cause they'll be hailing u whilst u're eff-ing taking a leak. I mean what the hell??? Can I pee in peace?? And then finally, the dreaded dementors, sent to earth to rid me of every last ounce of joy the weekend may have brought me, they drain the happiness I earned myself from some money making after a long hard week, they exhume the sensation I just received from watching Immortals in 3D, they are the Car Park Security. *lighting n thunder* They do this by following me to my car, standing around me, and even preventing me from shutting my door. ... *tears hair out* CAN I FREAKIN' LEAVE PLEASE???

These 3 categories of sadist have all but infected me with the Fear of the Weekend aka Weekendophobia.

*breathes fire*
*breathing heavily*

Pic of the day: Fire Breather by Mofe Duncan (Taken for Mardi Gras Collection for Club Caliente)