Queen Bee Syndrome

I may not be able to get a perfect defination of it, but am glad I finally got a name for it.

The Queen bee syndrome!!!

Just like the bee hive setting, only one queen bee is to be the producer of hundreds of thousands of eggs. All she has to do is eat lots of royal jelly, lie on her fat belly and eat until...well she cannot drop for she hardly gets up.

Well apparently, ( I am getting educated) the same syndrome exists in mainly in the work place. I google and get this interesting defination.

What is It?

The Queen Bee Syndrome goes like this. Women who have the Queen Bee condition are usually those who work in supervisory roles or in positions of power. They feel the need to be recognized and demand to be in the center of attention at all times. They regard other women as competition and see them as threats to their ability to enjoy exclusive attention and respect. They desire nothing more than having others fall on their knees to bow before them and lavish them with power, attention, compliments, and envy. Oftentimes, they will treat female subordinates much harsher than male employees. They have particular resentment and disdain for women who work in traditional stereotypical female roles, such as secretaries, models, and housewives.

Oh boy!! More reading on http://www.moneybluebook.com/female-bosses-and-the-queen-bee-syndrome/

An Aunty Again!!

Yes I became an aunty on Friday to Sharma Baraka Ndahura. Born to Kenneth and Hawa Kamanyire Ndahura.

She weighed 3.3kg.

Hit and Run Matatu Style

I have heard over and over again that if you can drive in Kampala you can drive anywhere in the world. I fancy that!! For sure Ugandan roads are a nightmare.

Betty a friend of mine living in Ntinda said when she buys her car, she will ensure she has metal guards ALL AROUND the car. I had a good laugh on that one. What brought on this subject however was my car.

Apparently... after attending the wonderful Nutrition Congress in Munyonyo on my way home a matatu driver felt he needed my lane more than i did. So he did the needful; rummed into the right side of the car, reversed to set himself free while scratching my car even more and then sped off. Just like that!!! I got the number UAL 554B! How could i not, it is imbedded in my mind and i even mutter it in my sleep.

The police story as usual.... Up down left right...come tommorow... we are tracking it. Meanwhile my car ...my poor car looks terrible.

I SUGGEST "we" the saloon car or better known as the "my car" drivers start helping each other. Seriously. The matatu drivers have some sort of clique and always step in to save each other from problems. But we too could do the same.

So, anyone seen a UAL 554B matatu out there??