All is well in Dubai again after a very strange thunderstorm – the skies have cleared and the sun appeared again. I do not wish for that kind of rain again. The roads are scary and every time it rains I do not have an umbrella with me and there’s not one sold at the convenience store on the ground floor. I miss those very handy transparent umbrellas in Japan.
However, my work desk resembles a place battered by storm. Papers here and there waiting to be tackled on. I came home last night so tired that I slept at 8:30 pm without washing my face (but I do not put any makeup during the day so it’s ok?). I do not like to be tired because of work, especially if I am just sitting for 8.5 hours burning zero calories but producing enough cortisol to increase my ass size.
The thing is, we have a situation at the office. There are 6 people in the team, each assigned specific tasks. One of my colleagues went back to India last January to have his honeymoon for 50 days (wow, I like his life). As soon as he comes back, another colleague will go for vacation, for 50 days again. Not for honeymoon but usual vacation – they do take vacation like a maternity leave! The first guy was supposed to come back a few weeks ago but then someone stole his bag containing his passport (along with money and gold for his new wife) the day he arrived at Hyderabad airport. He said it took the thief only 3 seconds to grab the bag from him when he put it down to call a taxi cab.
Lesson learned: Hold on to dear bag when calling a cab in India. Never put the bag down no matter how heavy it is!
So, he has to apply for a new passport again and in India, everyone swears it takes ages to get it done.
The second guy already booked tickets and he went. The kind of “went without looking, backlogs be damned!”. I’ve taken the work load of the second guy added to my normal work load. And maybe half of the other guy’s work, too. I could go on and on but it only meant one thing: no time for (more) blogging, editing photos to post, not much time on Twitter or for the washroom either.
So yeah, that’s pretty much what’s happening in my life now (work, overtime, home) — I hope yours is more interesting!