Corporate Me

So it's been four weeks and two pay checks since I started work. I am loving it but I am still not sure what to expect.

The first week was a blurr of general orientation, heavy laptops, grubs, uncomfortable shoes, loads of people and more grubs. Stepped into the second week knowing exactly when I will get the "gbemu" and on the train to CT. So it was another week of training with, nice hotel and extra - extra grubs; I gained the six pounds I have lost in the past two months within that week. I came back to NY with a few questions, some lessons and two more pages of my book done.

1. why do hotels serve crappy expensive dinner?

2. why do rich people live near water/rivers/beaches etc?

3. why do people have to keep eating to stay awake in a class? - lunch makes you sleepy, keeping the inflow of snacks and food just makes you sleepier.

End of the week, it is so good to be home. We finally got a furniture for the apartment and I am still on training/orientation. I even joined a gym - although I spent only about twenty minutes in the first group class I attended. I can't say why the instrcutor felt I am J-Lo cos I sure don't have those deadly hips; but she made us do all those funny weird dance moves. I gave up as quickly as possible.
The personal instructor was a different case, he probably thought saying my name a million times will give me some energy desperately needed - I ended up asking for something more interesting. Life got to be a bit easier on thirty year olds.

A book by its cover

Whoever said "don't judge a book by its cover" or "don't stare the gift horse in the mouth" . They are totally wrong. Although the bread comes as an extra in most restaurants, I realized you can fairly guess what to expect from a restaurant before seeing the food by tasting the bread.
In New York, I have come to realize that "the bread in a restaurant says a lot about its chef and the food you're about to order. Little wonder my favourite restaurant is French, they serve fantastic bread with butter or anything interesting you can think of.
Although in Naija, location is everything. A born and bread Nigerian, I still can't deal with eating bread with oil - olive oil, extra virgin oil, Johnson baby oil- which ever one is just not right with bread. Somebody needed to preach it.