So what’s the weirdest task you’ve been expected to fulfill at work? Something that was overtly asked of you when you signed on, or something that came up incidentally over the course of your tenure of employment?
Today my colleauge asked me to donate an ovum so that she could investigate the in-vitro fertilisation process up close for an article she’s writing. She said I’d get R6000 apparently, which I’ll admit did sway me. She prefaced this by asking me to become involved next month with an investigative article she’s undertaking. Before the little egg request bombshell, I responded quite positively and thought it might be fun to see what it’s like to be an investigative journo. Then I remebered it usually means tons of fruitless and frustrating phonecalls, hours of meetings from which one garners very little of relevance, and opposition to the topic at hand.
Anyway, back to my egg. I declined to give one up, although not without a moment of consideration. Of course, I would like to see where my little ovum ends up. Would it be paired with a sperm from a smart, funny, sensitive, good looking individual? Or would I, years from now while shopping in Pick ‘n Pay, spot a little blighter with my nose and mouth, and Julius Malema’s eyes, and talent for woodwork and coherent comment?
Yeaaah, even though it seems that my ova are more likely than not to remain unfertilised for the foreseeable future, I’m happy to let them go. The risks of coming across my own resemblance in a child wearing a “I heart Kurt Darren” t-shirt far outweigh the cash.