Life as an Unemployed (Pt. 2)

Things began to change, she was always nagging, gossiping and being aggressive. I forgot to mention that she has a pregnant friend or should I say gossip partner that always come to the shop acting all high and mighty. Probably, I should say something about this pregnant friend because she is actually the reason for me writing this story.

I met this pregnant lady for the first time at the shop; We were all smiles and all and then the gossip began. She wore a nice top which I liked, while she was talking to the tailor, she mentioned a market and then I stepped my boundary by asking which market she bought her top and the next thing I got was this stern look from her and she replied, “Am I talking to you?” ouch! I really felt that in my system but I had to just pretend like it didn’t get to me, yeah right lol. Since then, I’ve disliked her. I told the tailor, she could have answered me politely, and the tailor said the pregnant lady thought I don’t go to the market to buy clothes and I was like, Really? Why would she assume such? I mean I don’t know her from anywhere, so why would she just assume something like and reply rudely?

Fast forward, the tailor was most of the time coming to shop late or sometimes doesn’t come at all and when she comes early; she was hardly in the shop. Most of the time, she uses it to gossip in the shop or sometimes goes to the next house to gossip. Whenever a customer comes asking for her cloth, the tailor rushes and throwing unnecessary aggression on me and the two stylists. Lest I forget, I was still on the straight skirt for like 3 weeks, not that I was slow or something, she didn’t have my time while I was busy wasting transport fare every day and won’t do anything.

She finally remembered me when she wanted to ask for her money. You can imagine such… I told her not to worry that it would be ready. She then began teaching me how to cut a six-piece skirt. Okay, I’m tired now. Kisses.