A Usual Saturday Diary.
It’s Saturday morning, K
I force my self to wake up and head to work.
Feeling so sleepy and yawning a lot because I didn’t have my daily morning super thick and concentrated Turkish coffee, I’m fasting today.
I don’t feel talking to any one; I don’t want any one to talk to me, specially that annoying nosey Egyptian employee – no offense to any nationality -.
Time is passing so slowly, I observe the time in the right bottom corner of the pc every other minute.
My activities are:
-Trying to kill time by reading news papers: Done.
- reading blogs and trying to comment: half done, I can’t comment on most blogs.
- checking my gmail: fails, the mail is blocked.
- Signing to Google talk: fails, for the past couple of weeks the Gtalk decided not to sign me in anymore!
- Surfing the net in a desperate hope to find some unblocked sites. (Thank you IT department!)
My boss decided not to give me any face and avoid me – abrakha men sa3a - since I rejected his order to work on Thursdays! In his dreams.
The company is so quite, only few departments’ work on Saturdays. That’s why I hate it even if I have my super coffee, which by the way sucks and looks like petrol not coffee.
God help me to make the time pass through faster and easily.
PS: Trying to find the best font for this post to fit the occasion.
PSS (or is it PPS?): the blog word has a red line beneath it in the Microsoft word,
Some other alternatives for it:
-bog
-bloc
-blot
-blob
-blow
Interesting
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