As a junior reporter who happens to be one of my line manager's favourites, I used to get many opportunities to attend red carpet, VIP events where I would represent her thanks to her busy schedule.
On this day, she called me and asked me to go to KICC where a major awards ceremony was taking place, saying she couldn’t make it. Basically, I thought it was just another event that I was meant to cover so in a hurry, the obedient me left without minding dress code issues.
“Kindly, can I see your invitation card madam,” a cutely dressed usher asked as I hit the entrance where to my shock, everyone was dressed in black evening dresses, looking all glam.
“I am here to represent my boss, sign me in under her name,” I replied. The model gave me a charming smile and led me to one of the VIP tables where blue chip company CEOs had been stationed; you know those card-exchanging, Champagne flowing ones!
I felt so awkward as I looked so odd in my weekend shorts and T-shirt. I did not even have a business card and could not fit into their conversation. Then the worst moment came.
The emcee called out my name to go to the podium and offer a little speech on behalf of my boss before giving out an award. Just picture me!
Anjellah, journalist.