The security man in our office didn't come to work today because his wife put to bed.
The tradition in our office is that whenever a staff member has a major celebration, like a wedding or child dedication, everyone contributes ₦20,000 towards a gift and support.
So HR said we shouldn't wait until the baby dedication since the man would really need the money now. The company would sort it out first and then deduct the ₦20,000 contribution from each of our salaries at the end of the month.
There are 11 of us in the office, so the plan was for everyone to contribute ₦20,000, making ₦220,000 in total. ₦20,000 would be used to buy diapers, while the remaining ₦200,000 would be transferred to his account.
Then a lady in Accounting said, "Why should we contribute ₦20,000 for a common gateman? He doesn't even earn up to that amount as salary. She has a lot of expenses this month. Let's just do ₦5,000 each."
The annoying part is that this same lady had an appendix operation not long ago, and nobody complained when the whole office contributed to support her.
Some people are naturally wicked.
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I had this same experience early last year 😂
I traveled to another city and checked myself into a hotel for three nights.
On the second night, I was having a terrible day. So I left my room and went downstairs to the lounge. There was an indoor section where a few guys were seated, and an outdoor section by the pool that was completely empty. I sat outside.
After a while, I ordered a bottle of wine.
When I asked for the bill, the bartender told me someone had already paid. Apparently, one of the guys sitting inside had paid for it. I looked over, saw him watching, I gave a polite nod and a smile to acknowledge the KIND ACT.
Not long after, the bartender came back and said, “He’s asking you to come to his table.”
I told the bartender, “If he wants to speak to me, he can come over.”
The bartender went back, then returned again insisting they wanted me to come join them. At that point, I didn’t even bother responding. I finished up and decided to head back upstairs.
As I was walking past the payment counter, the bartender stopped me and said I needed to pay for the drink after all.
I didn’t argue. I just brought out my card and paid.
The guy watched the entire thing.
And honestly, I found it funny. If I can comfortably stay in a hotel that costs ₦80,000 a night for three nights, what makes anyone think I can’t afford a ₦12,000 bottle of wine?
It was never about the money. It was about the assumption that buying a drink equals buying access.