Coming to work has become tiring. Not because of the untidy guests. People now want to sit with me during lunch. People I only shared pleasantries with now want to talk about my life. About my husband to be exact. So it's tiring. And my boss is not giving me a break about the promotion. He keeps asking what Zizwe thinks. As if Zizwe is the one who will be working here. As if Zizwe's input is more important than mine. I'm working in one of the rooms when my phone rings. I don't even look at it. Maybe it's the telemarketers. They can be annoying. I know they are only trying to do their jobs. But it's tiring. It rings again and again. After the fourth time, I took it out of my pocket. It's Zizwe. I answer.
"Ke… sorry… calling… I know…. working." Even though the connection is bad I can hear
