Just how random can that title be. Coming up with a blog title kills me, every time.
So, have you casted your bets yet? Why not? Go guess when we’ll have our first rain of the season now. There are so many dates still available and nobody’s going to charge you for anything for the bets, I promise.
Anyway, just to give everyone an update about the weather and the temps here, it’s still warm at 29c at night:
But living in the desert and surviving the 45C+ summer heat, 29C is cool. I don’t resent 29C, not at all.
Today, I went out during lunch break and at 1:30 pm here in Dubai the sky looked like this:
Aside from the smoke left by a passing jet, the sky is clear and so blue. That’s a heads-up so you’ll know it won’t rain in Dubai today – so don’t place your bet on November 3!
Just saying – I won’t be giving hints everyday. That won’t be exciting anymore.
On the work front, I came back to office yesterday with people telling me I look fresh, rested and happy. Translating that, they are saying that I looked stale before I left and that I need 30 days straight off several times a year. Why else would they drop hints like that, right!?
Work is normal and not as stressful than I expected but my ears are exploding. How did I ever survive this very loud work place? Everyone’s shouting like either they’re all deaf or there’s a carnival going on that I don’t know of. It’s sad that the ears are involuntarily open like that and my husband is too stingy and won’t buy me earplugs. It’s so different than the offices in Japan where the only sound you can hear is that of the keyboard or your boss’s voice when someone screws up.
Oh and how they commented on my new short hair. Like, “Whoa, we didn’t notice you came in – you looked different!” or “new hair looks nice” and the classic from some of the ladies: “WHY did you cut your hair?” We all know that when someone inserts the word WHY in from of a question, most likely it means they don’t like it.
Or I look like a troll.
Oh well, this is my hair and I can do whatever I want with it. Gone are the days of mad blow drying, hair conditioning, masking, tying and combing. I won’t even have to spend so much time in the shower at the gym or come to work dripping after my lunch break workout. It’s liberating. And that small bottle of my favorite shampoo I brought from Japan? That little darling will last for THREE years.
“Hello, I’m Grace and I like to take photos in the washroom”
Why the sudden self-exposure on the blog? Thank you for asking. The answer: I’ve had people not recognizing me when I meet them on the street (especially if I have my sunglasses on). So now you know how I look like – long hair gone, short hair it is. Say hi!