I FOUND myself giving the lady attendant, who was processing the renewal of my motor vehicle road licence, a bad eye the other day.
I was giving her the Lusekelo stare of death with eyes piercing through her; I could see her bone structure. I mean, I was looking at her like I just found out she was the one who killed my puppy. Seriously, if looks could kill, I would be locked up right now awaiting trial.
Instead of processing my documents, she was busy fidgeting on her phone and from what I could tell, she had not yet fully learnt how to use it this seemingly new cellphone. It was a touch screen plate size phone and its sensitive reactive nature was making her do more than what she wanted and I could tell it was frustrating her.
I say plate because, the sheer size of some of these phones these days means that should you find yourself without a plate but have to serve some food, you can easily put your ugali, beans and mchicha on your phone and eat it with no worries.
And with the water proof features on some of these gadgets, it wouldn’t hurt your phone one bit to eat off it in the event you realize that you spent all your money on purchasing it and you do not have any plates.
I believe this she wanted to send a text but when it dialed the number, she erupted with profanities as if was at fault for being such a smart phone.
Her second attempts led her to the email part only she didn’t seem to know about that function. Her last attempt took her to the photo gallery where it quickly attached a photo and at this point I could see she was about to throw the phone in an angry fit.
Only she didn’t, I think she remembered how much it cost her and that despite not knowing how to use it, she kind of liked the status it gives her. Now she was so engulfed in trying to send this one text, she wasn’t doing her job. I guess that is what pissed me off to the point of giving her my stare of death.
I don’t care about her trying to outsmart a smart phone by not taking time out to read the instructions manual, I do care about her not doing her job. Why, during business hours, when as a civil servant you are supposed to be serving the wananchi, are you busy learning how to use your new phone?
What is it with Wabongo and their phones? I’ve seen a lot of folks walk holding their phones as if there were piles of gold. They strut around with their touch screen something or rather as if to show the world that they have importance.
This leads them to behave like making a phone call or sending a text takes precedence over everything. That they must answer a phone call only to say, they are at work or in a meeting when not answering it would equally indicate as such. Phone first, then life.
I was waiting to pay my taxes. Standing and witnessing incompetence as I attempt to fulfill my duty as a citizen of the United Republic. Ridiculous! To pay tax and ensure that vigogo get all more over the top and completely unnecessary 4X4s while there are countless cries for child delivery equipment in hospitals.
That kept ringing in my mind the whole time. She processed my documents but as I walked away the guy who was before me had returned and I could hear him complain that there was a mistake on his documents.
I didn’t hear what the mistake was but I bet my 2014 road licence that it had to do with her mistakenly typing out stuff as she was texting God knows who.