Tuesday, 31 May 2011 08:16
Personal Hygiene is of paramount importance when working with people. Brushing one’s teeth twice a day, using a deodorant and taking a bath at least once a day can contribute greatly towards making a positive impression of a person. Smell is the sharpest sense of them all and your scent or lack thereof is usually what will remain in people’s mind long after you have left their company.
I work for this woman that works with computers. She stays alone but the mess she makes is equivalent to that of 20 pre-school kids. Dishes everywhere, clothes in the corridor and even roll-on deodorants in kitchen cupboards. No wonder she is still single at the age of 28. No man will stand for a woman that cannot even make a bed she slept in. Spoilt brat, she is fortunate she went to school.
Every morning, I have to open windows of her stuffy bedroom and light scented candles to give it a pleasant smell while she drives away in her pitch black Mini Cooper, wearing Jenni Button striped pencil skirt, Jimmy Choo stilettos, carrying her dark brown crocodile ski Nine West handbag and smelling of DKNY’s Be Delicious. Her outfits are never complete without a pair of sunglasses. There is no designer she does not own.
She is the only woman I know that pushes 3 trolleys at Woolies mid-month January and pays cash for it. Carries 3 phones that only stop ringing when the batteries are flat. Pat as she is known in Joburg, Patisa to her mom. She built a big house with face brick for her in Mthatha, the only one with DStv in her street.
On Sundays, Patisa and I have dinner together. I am not quite certain if she does that out of the goodness of her heart or if she needs companionship and a break from speaking English the whole time to people that care very little for her wellbeing as opposed to what she has to offer.
Last Sunday, after having chicken and Rice with a glass of Rosé, I went to the Bathroom to touch on a few spots before going to sleep. Coming out, on my way to hang my tools, I come across her;
“Hey that looks like my facecloth, where did you find it?”
“Oh, this? I have been using it the whole weekend to scrub the toilet seat!”
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