What happened?, Sana asked.

…arre yeh pocho kya nehi hoa!

(Note: If you blog just to blog, then blogging becomes dull. Here is an example of a dull blog)

Thursday morning, my dutch neighbour asked me to come over this weekend because they needed help for Queen’s day preparations. I said okay.

Then, I was stuck in traffic and came 30 min late to office meeting. *bummer*

In office meeting…I was informing our director about the upcoming field visit, and I suggested him to send Isaac. He said it was mine project and I should go… before I could reply…Isaac whispered (so everybody could hear) to Marissa “she’ll need dad’s permission” …rest of team started giggling and director asked “what? dad who?”…and Patrick (kamina) hasted with “that’ll be me, sir”…again everybody burst into laughter. Then he (double-kamina) again told the whole incidence. I just wanted to bang my head into the walls.

Every(ghattiya)one kept joking about what happened in meeting. Like: Isaac asked me if had the annual progress report…I said “no, sorry.”…Heidi goes “Sure? Maybe u could ask your dad” …dahh! Not funny. One after another came up with these crippled jokes…(if it was a worst lame joke competition, they would have beaten phatima1).

Heidi, head of development group, called me to her office. She said she knew I was “on my way out” but I had to get my act together and respect regular office hours. She was right…lately I had often been late… crap!

I decided from this day ownward, while I am in office I am not going to call dad under any circumstances. Next I worked well and focused until lunch. Thereafter I had lunch with Beatrice and Jose Louis. Was nice.

When I came back…I saw…in my inbox…a mail from HR-department. I read the subject field: Regarding your application for (…) in (…). I literally freaked out. Help! *nerve-racking* (Kissi jungli Bandar ki tarhaN) I started jumping and screaming. Heidi, Marissa, Patrick and Isaac came in. I told them about the email and said I was afraid to open it. I don’t know what happened...I was filled with hopes and excitement. I guess I just went crazy. My coworkers know me. They’re used to this kind of cuckoo behavior from me.
Anyhow, Patrick opened it and read it…paused…looked at me...closed it…and finally said… sorry mac, your application is rejected!



I took a deep breath (mushkil se ansooN roke) and said: its okay.
(Sab afsos kar ke apne apne dafter ge) I closed the door … called dad …and told him…he said what parents normally say on these occasions…no biggie…”there’ll be other opportunities” - that kind of crap. First I felt paralyzed. And then I started to cry like a freaking shiittty crybaby…I hung up on him…after few minutes…I pulled myself together…wiped my tears... read surah Yasin…kuch sukoon mila phir…called dad back and told him not to worry, etc.

I started work on my assignment. Later after two hour or so I received mail from my sister. She sent me card with better luck next time. Made me happy. My brother sent me SMS: “good you didn’t get it. I wouldn’t allow you to go there anyway” *aww, my sweetheart* He made me cry again.

I told secretary, I was going home. And left.

Home, I spent time talking to mum *snufs*. She made me realized how important this actually was for me. And I was actually expecting to get this job. Also she said it was about time I understood I cant get everything I want. Some things I have to except even if I don’t want it (mein samjh rahi thi who kis bat ki taraf ishara kar rahi thiN. magar who behss mein us waqt shuro nehi karna chahti thi). She was half right. Maybe I reacted as I did because I am used to get what I want. I’ve always got the jobs I’ve applied for in the past. This was my first rejection. I came to conclusion that “sh*t happens…hogya na...let go”

During this chitchat I received call from office…Heidi informed me about Colombia and ordered me back.
Seriously what the fcuk is USAs problem. I don’t get it. Why cant they just F of! The situation in this region is so tens right now. Ecuador, Brazil, Venezuela, etc. …almost all countries have cut diplomatic contact with Colombia. Venezuela sent their troops to border. Argh! My personal opinion is that the Colombian president is making a big mistake. He’s showing of his newfound friendship with Bush. I think his adviser forgot to tell him that b*stard Bush aint gonna to be there next year. Company differs. They support Colombia and… for me it was mentally difficult to work with our official statement.

Had dinner with Beatrice. Told her the bad news and expressed my disappointment. Around eight p.m. we had our spanish class followed by an intense english class. I showed my blog to the professor, he pointed out countless spelling and grammar mistakes *sigh*

When I came home I watched Jodha-Akbar (duration 3 hours +) in 25 min I think I would have liked it better if I wasn’t in such crappy mood.

Next I replied to a few comments on my blog. And wrote about my name. I actually managed to kill a funny story. I fell asleep on the sofa with my laptop on my stomach. Poor tummy - was boiling when I woke up yesterday morning.

Friday…. I was late again. The minuet I get my foot in the building, Heidi tells me headquarter called twice and they’ll call again in ten min. I run into my office. I was nervous ke allah jane kya hoa he aur sath mein soch rahi thi ke ab kya bahana karoon der se ane ka.

They called. And I begun with I am really sorry… But they cut me of with “its okay, Heidi told us you were in meeting. But you should have replied to our email”… I was like THANK GOD and WTH at the same time. Thank god for Heidi covering for me, I owe her one… and wth for “reply to our mail”, a rejection letter, why on earth would I do that.
She goes “Well, Michelle I am bla bla from bla bla blah, with me…bla bla”, she introduced four others… I replied with a confusing hi to them all. And then she said it. She said “are you ready for your interview” (WHAT THE BLOODY ****!) I was shocked. All these crazy thoughts and emotions where filling me up. I was quiet a few sec and then told her to hold on as I had to close the door. I run into Patrick kamines office as fast as I could and told him I’ll kill him.

I knew two of the ladies…they interviewed me when I applied for this position and when I first applied for a job in this company. Interview begun. I wasn’t prepared. I hope all apprentice viewing will finally pay off. While talking to them I checked yesterdays mail. It was call for interview…I was mad at me for believing that snake. I spent last night winning. Ohwell. The whole thing took 1 hour and 40 min. my longest interview till date. I was relieved. *thank god, still hope*
Later, I went to Patrick’s office and that freak had already left with a note on his door: “Sorry not my fault you’re such a drama queen” That b*stard. Some nerves he got. I am going to kick his ass. Score so far 0-3 to him but never mind, I’ll get him.

I was so excited and to happy to be mad at him. Wohoo!

Immediately I informed the others in my department. I thanked a million to Heidi. Director sahib invited to a small toast in his office, to wish me luck. That was sweet of him. Really, it was. He joked that I better not make him my reference…because then he would have to tell them about my mental condition. :lol:

I’ve decided to keep low profile this time. I only told my Jungli brother about it because I really cant keep anything secret. And my sister and another brother, will know when they’ll read this. So basically it is my parents and younger brother who wouldn’t know.
Honestly, I am 70% sure that inshallah I’ll get this job. Good thing is I’ve already cried for it. So if now I don’t get it I wouldn’t be that…oh yaar who am I kidding. I’d be heartbroken for sure.

Just come to remember: During my first job interview I was asked what I thought of the minister. I smiled big and replied with all sincerity that I didn’t knew him. The interviewer said: “you’re telling me you don’t know the name of the minister who runs this ministry which you so want to be part of”. I kept smiling and said yes (stupid me). I remember I felt interview went well and I did a good job. Back home dad asked how it went. I (lost in my blond moment) happily told him everything they asked and when he heard that I saw his face turning lal-pila. LOL! And that’s when I realized ba’ppo kuch ghar-bar hogi hai. Abbo was furious. He was like “How can you apply for a job in (ehum, example) Ministry of Defence and not know name of the defence minister” LOL. Whole lot made fun of me the coming weeks. However, I got TO HAVE THE LAST laugh when I received my appointment letter.

I remembered this today because, the lady who interviewed me back then, is the one who interviewed me this time too. I’ve never met her after that interview but she remembered, and I’m sure she can see my progress. And the rest of them can just look at the projects I’ve been in charge of. And mums parents and sister’s prayers are backing me and God will listen to us. And Doña Ivania is sitting in the kitchen reading bible and praing for me right now So, bottom line is am not nervous and Inshallah I’ll get to hear good news soon.

Yesterday I had al these crazy emotions. It was AH! Amazing

After job we (Beatrice, Isaac and me) went to cinema. We saw Juno (again because there’s not much to see here). I thought it was a sweet feel-good movie. Beatrice didn’t like it one bit. And Isaac said he loved it. He is funny. Sometimes I wonder if it is possible to be more gay then him

Beatrice and me had Spanish and English classes. English professor told Spanish teacher about my blog. LOL. She wanted to see it too. Then she told me to write something in Spanish. *musibat*

Later on I went home…ate dinner…and watched Supernatural with neighbour’s daughter. I just love Jensen Ackles. God he is sooo damn charming. I love watching supernatural with neighbour’s kid. She likes Jared Padalecki and I like Jensen. We’re always dissing each other because of the boys. I’ve made her my stand-in-sister :love:

My brother sent me a funny youtube video which I tried to post in video forum, but it didn’t work. Here it is:


I found this hilarious. Bechara.

Today I woke up 11 p.m. had brunch with the neighbours. Helped planning the party. Dutch’s make the best parties hands down.

Then I read Sana’s mail and started to write this and I can keep going with this crap forever magar mujhe lagta hai (thihi) ab bakwas band karna chahiye.