Doctor Freaks Journal - Office Romance And The Insults That Accompanies it...

In the early years of my legal practice I had the privilege of working in a law firm that had just the principal; the receptionist (who doubled as a secretary and as I would later find out, tripled as a mistress to my principal) and my humble self.

Then we had a mail runner and "oga" had a driver.

My principal was an intelligent man who had just retired from a bank as a company secretary and he is highly cerebral too. I forgot to add that he was very religious too. During my stint with the firm (about 5 months) he visited the Holy Land twice.

For reasons best known to him, he ensured that I reported to him through the receptionist. Each time I went to court and returned to the office whenever he was out of the office he would ask me to give the receptionist (a non-fee earner) a status update, then madam would call "oga" to tell him what happened in the court that "me" I went to "oh." 

Each time I went out of the office on official assignments, madam will calculate my transport fare to the last kobo before handing out any funds to me. Most times I had to personally fund some of my trips by either fueling my car (which I drove only once a week) or board a commercial motorbike to my destination. 

This trend continued for some time and I was unruffled. I forged ahead and focused on why I was in the office. For reasons best known to my oga, he made sure that I reported to "madam" and trust "madam" she sure did know how to enjoy that authority and dish out instructions.

 She would sit in her office and order me to proceed to her desk. Did I ever protest? Why would I when I knew that my days were numbered?

As God would have it, I got a better Job offer and on the day that was meant to be my last day, oga was to travel to Germany. He informed me on that morning and I bade him goodbye. 

Meanwhile, I had my resignation letter ready. I simply went to his desk, sat on the visitor's seat and tendered my resignation letter before a fictitious "oga" then switched seats by "receiving" same whilst now sitting on "oga's" seat. He had yet to pay me for the month and I simply asked him to keep that in lieu of notice. I quietly dropped my identity card and every other office property in my possession on my table and walked into freedom.

This drama took place on a Friday. I think when madam receptionist did not see me in the office on Monday she put a call through to "oga" and the latter eventually attempted to reach me but I ignored all his calls and I simply told him I could no longer condone the humiliation and that I had moved on then I blocked his numbers on my phone.

 He wrote a letter to me, threatening to report me to NBA. I wasn't going to respond initially but on a second thought I decided to respond by chronicling the unprofessional manner in which he ran his law office and threatened to also report him to the same NBA. I think that was the last time I ever heard from him.

Years after, I ran into him on the way to one of the courts and I ignored him. He wasn't sure if I was the one too so he moved on. Then on several occasions he sat next to me in court and the "shenking" still continued, till date.

Interestingly, I later found out that oga was dating madam at the time and she later added "madam" to his harem as no. 3. No wonder abi? I wish them luck. They never disclosed to me that they were running a partnership anyways. I would have understood.

My point is, do not treat humans as trash. If you do, someday they're going to serve you "breakfast" and you will "collect woto-woto."