Hi my name is Desiree* and I have a confession. I suffer from obsessive crush disorder. Okay sorry to disappoint you and say some made up problem but I actually think this should be a real issue. I think medical doctors and psychologists should come up with a cure for people like me. We all suffer from this problem once in a while – you know, having a crush on someone that will never like you – but it’s worse with me. I am not trying to be dramatic here but it’s been a year and six months and I simply cannot get over this person. What’s worse is that I knew him for two seconds before I started liking him. I remember the day like it was yesterday (I’ve always wanted to use that line).
Okay let me start from the beginning my name is not actually Desiree (look I’m a black South African girl whose parents gave her an English name), that’s why I put a star next to it. That’s what they do in magazines right. Look I’m not crazy but I’m about to tell you some stuff about me that might make you think I am so I rather keep my true identity a secret. So anyway I decided it was time I start working because I was seventeen years old and I didn’t want to sit at home for the whole of December doing nothing. I searched and searched for a job and luckily I found one. And when I say luckily I mean it. The thing is, nobody told me you can’t look for a job during the actually month that you want the job. So when I approached the restaurant as a last resort, the head manager happened to be standing at the door. She asked if we (my friend and I) were legal and we said soon we would be and just like that we were hired. I never wanted to be a waitress but it helped me lose a lot of weight I must say.
Anyway my friend and I had to start working in the kitchen to learn about the food we would be serving. We were separated and I was left with the worst person ever. She didn’t teach me jack. She just expected me to know what the hell to do. Like how was I to know that it was time to chop all the vegetables for the day, it was my first day. So eventually she told me to make sandwiches and chop shit. I did that for so many hours. I have never been in so much pain. After about five hours of standing in heat with no break, all these waiters started asking me to warm up their toasts. This was my job for about an hour before I saw Him. He was the youngest person I saw there and he asked me something and I stared for a minute too long. Now let me be honest with you, I did not feel love at first sight, no none of that, it was lust at first sight. Pure lust! Now let me tell you something else, I had never been sexually attracted to anyone before. Here’s the worst part, he was oozing Channing Tatum- hotness or Taye Diggs– hotness, he was just an ordinary guy. So what made me feel like this?
Once the work day was over I went to collect my things from the bag. I felt like dying. I could hardly walk but I tried not to show it. I was glad my friend went through the same thing so I knew I wasn’t exaggerating. We sat for a minute and stared at the wall wondering if we really wanted to carry on with this torture. One of the waiters reassured us that we would get used to it so we shouldn’t worry too much. She was right but obviously I didn’t know that at the time. Who does? Finally we stood up and decided it was time to leave so we could recover at home. Our boss gave us our menus to learn at home and we knew that we had to push through. Then He walked into the kitchen and smiled at me (and my friend… but that’s not the point) and said we should run while we can. We thought he was joking. But then I said he would be the reason I come back to work… sometimes I wish I didn’t but sometimes I’m glad I did.
P.S. I promise to give Him a name when I can think of one good enough.
By Juliet Kamanga