The waiting game continues.

There are two things I really dislike:

1. Waiting
2. Waiting for food :-(

The University portal is still not accessible to re-register for the HR module. I have sent quite a number of emails to academic support this week to assist with this.
Prior to all of this 'drama', their response time to my email is usually in some hours (I think time difference is also a factor) or worse case scenario, 24 hours. Now, after dem don see me finish, dem no dey kuku answer my email again. I'm still awaiting a response to an email I sent since Wednesday.
So here I am, waiting. If I'm not prompted via an email to log into the site and re-register, na so I go dey wait. Do they even realize that Christmas is just around the corner? I cannot be studying and writing assignments when 'my daughter's mate' are throwing knock-outs, bangers and bisco. :-(

I just don't like waiting for anything (God help me, patience is a virtue o). Worse still, when I have to wait for food.
This reminded me of a quick lunch I had to do while meeting some clients some months ago.
So you see ehn, ewa agoyin is my favourite meal. I bet you were expecting me to go all continental on that. Sorry to burst your bubble.

And if you don't understand what ewa agoyin means, I'm sorry, I can't help you here; ask ya fellow blog readers or google. Ewa agoyin is too delicious to put in words. An attempt to do so will reduce the efficacy of it.
So, that's how I had about an hour to kill in between meetings and I quickly asked the driver to do a quick stop over to my favourite restaurant which serves ewa agoyin on it's daily menu.
Restaurant? Yes. While growing up, I had horrible diarrhea and typhoid fever experiences from buying ewa agoyin by the roadside...you know those women hawking it?

With this restaurant, there is really no difference. Just like what you have on the street, just better hygienic conditions.
Anyway, I got to the restaurant, sat on my favourite spot and placed my order. The waiter that took my order did say it was available and it will be served in 5 minutes.
Na so 5 minutes turn to 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35...(Yes, I waited that long. Time wasn't going to put asunder what has been joined together). Only for the waiter to turn up 45 minutes later ( I was already pissed) to say they had 'issues' with the shombo (dried chilli pepper). I just couldn't deal biko.

I was so upset that the next client could tell from my pitch and I had to tell her about it. :-(

So I wait. I hope I'll be notified this week. I hope November turns out really well for you and I.

Till next week Sunday, (God willing)... may we remember November for GOOD.