Man oh man! I am so sick of counting how many days left for work to end. I used to always think that life moved too fast that I could not keep up. Now, I think the days are so slow because I am waiting for something great to happen. I have the impatience itch in my brain again. The reason my patience is running out is because I sit at work and do nothing productive. Moreover, my current idiotic boss doesn’t even talk to me and ignores me when he comes into our lab. I swear I won’t ever regret leaving the horrible place at all with bad hires and horrible management!

However, I swear, if they didn’t invent YouTube I would have been a goner at work. I think it was the reason I didn’t die of boredom for all the agonizing months that I endured at that place. Long live YouTube! Allah yikhaleeha!

I just can’t wait! I can’t wait!

According to the ever most famous Gregorian calendar, I got 15 days to go before the 29th, my last day!

Anyways, like Assi El-Hallani said in one of his famous songs, “Maly saber ya nas!” (I have no patience people!)

My taste of Music, Ranting as usual!, They said what?, Whatever!

This morning I was watching live on El-Jazeera the burial of the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish. They flew his body to Jordan via Emirates Air Line from USA. And his body was sent by a helicopter to the Westbank city of Ramallah.

My mom this morning all she can do is sing the song Ommi (My Mother) by Marcel Khalifa (Lebanese singer) and the lyrics or poetry by Mahmoud Darwish. I thought it was a good song to share with everyone, and at the bottom is the English translation.

May he rest in peace.

My Mother

I long for my mother’s bread
My mother’s coffee
Her touch
Childhood memories grow up in me
Day after day
I must be worth my life
At the hour of my death
Worth the tears of my mother

And if I come back one day
Take me as a veil to your eyelashes
Cover my bones with the grass
Blessed by your footsteps
Bind us together
with a lock of your hair
With a thread that trails from the back of your dress
I might become immortal
Become a god
If I touch the depths of your heart

If I come back
Use me as wood to feed your fire
As the clothesline on the roof of your house
Without your blessing
I am too weak to stand

I am old
Give me back the star maps of childhood
So that I
Along with the swallows
Can chart the path
Back to your waiting nest

Random Thoughts

A lot of people asked me, “what are my plans”? Meh. I don’t need a plan! I am tired of making plans and hoping for things to “happen.” I snapped last week. I really did. You can tell by what I have written last week that I was pretty much done for. It was either me, or the rest of the world to take control of me. So I snapped and decided that I have enough savings in my bank account, a need for an utterly long long long vacation, and to concentrate on my self instead of spending days wondering if I will ever get a perfect new job. Screw it. I DON’T want a job. I want my SANITY back!

I wanted to go back to who I was. To return to the old Mona who was the happy perky person that took life lightly and just lived it day by day. I didn’t worry or care. I just need time for my self and to reevaluate my self. Don’t we all? I am sorry, I know most people think of money and a life of luxury but I don’t. It doesn’t interest me. However, I was smart about money. I saved and saved because I was unsure what the future held.

Unfortunately, I was greedy the past year looking for a high paying job thinking I will be rich forever. What is better? Money or sanity? YOU tell me because I put my self in this black hole where money was always the problem until almost every sanity cell in my brain has vanished. I had one left last week, and it was the one that said, “I miss the rest of the sanity posse that were hanging out with me for all these years, bring them back or you are SCREWED!”

Some people are wondering what is nothing. How can I do nothing? Try it! Try to do nothing! I want to do nothing. I miss nothing. What is nothing? Nothing is this empty vast universe where you can spend your time thinking of nothing, doing nothing, and maybe, just maybe tomorrow something interesting and exciting might happen that you didn’t plan or think of because you spent your time doing NOTHING! (Man! That was one long run-on sentence.)

Anyways, 17 more days left of this shit hole I call work. I have NOTHING to do at work because I finished my projects, and I don’t feel guilty leaving anything hanging. Aren’t I considerate? I should get a bonus for being ever so THOUGHTFUL!

Blah Blah, Random Thoughts, They said what?

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I resigned my job today. I drove the idiot insane this morning. First, I emailed him asking how many vacation days that I have. He told me 13 days. I said, “no no. My old boss said that I have accumulated a lot more than that from last year. Check again!” So he did, and I have 28 days!

So I resigned! I am done in the end of August, and I am taking all my vacation days starting September till the beginning of October. I sent the resignation letter to the CEO and secretary so there won’t be any problems or any what? You can’t do that. Screw this place. I have never ever been happier in my life! Today is the day my friends.. today we celebrate! 3 weeks to go!

I also requested to purchase the laptop I am currently using too.

Why did I resign? I got tired. I have no plans. I am just going to sit and do nothing! I want to clear my mind and do nothing.

Man.. I feel relieved. Time to celebrate. Mabrouk (congrats) to me people! Yay!!

Funny, Idiots, They said what?, Whatever!

My best friend Lisa called me this morning to tell me that her father is diagnosed with Cancer in his tongue. He is flying to New York tomorrow from Qatar for an operation. They will be taking a muscle from another part of his body for it. The problem is that he also has kidney disease and it is a dangerous operation.

Please pray for him and for Lisa. I don’t like seeing my friend sad nor anyone sick.

Allah protect them all.

They said what?