Mission Impossible IV: Ghost Protocol (Official Pakistan Release Trailer)

Blessing in disguise

The office being taken away from me was a good thing since now I'm sitting between Arbab bhai and Fahad bhai and I'm learning lots more than I was before.

Life iz gewd.

Sukoon barbaad hogaya mera

My day is going bad. Not in a bad things are happening way, but in an I-didn't-expect-this-to-happen way. Some days you're just longing for the comfort of familiarity and life decides to shift into ultra bitch mode.

Remember that awesome little office I had all to myself? Yeah, it's gone. I shouldn't be pissed since I knew it was going to be taken away from me sooner or later but with it came a lot of comforts which sadly I'll be giving up. Or. Have already given up.

I had to vacate it for the new GM Marketing. Which is awesome because, you know. It's awesome just in case he's reading this.

My secluded little corner offered me enough privacy to sip on orange juice all day. It gave me enough privacy to twitter away. It gave me enough privacy to plug in my earphones to the computer and listen to 'Kollaveri Di' without anyone judging me.

I'm reduced to an office chair and a shared PC with Arbab bhai now. He's nice enough to let me use his system which is awesome. Also, he's nice to me over all, which makes this transition easier. I think.

The IT department blocked Wifi to all of our mobile devices. Since my android is pretty useless without the internet, I carried my little worldcall router in my bag everyday and plugged it in without anyone (except a few people) knowing about it. I had to give the device to a coworker so that he connect it since I have been stripped off all sockets that were available to me -__-

AND. I dressed professionally to work every. Single. Frikkin. Day. Collared shirts and pants. I thought today, to welcome the winter, I should dress up in my smexy sweatshirt. After all, I had made enough of an impression on everyone there right? NO.

The GM Marketing has to start work on the day I'm wearing a grey comfy shirt which proudly flashes the words 'I'm too sexy for my sweatshirt' on it.

Anyways. I'm done ranting. Kal pehen lungi achay professional kapray.

P.S. He smells really good. The GM. And talks well too. Two signs of an educated person. Smell good and talk good. I'm doing a character assassination of my new boss. How kewlz. No homo sir. No homo. Just a bit of makhan, maybe. IF you ever read this.

KTHXBYE

Abdullah's toy soldier

My seven year old brother made this toy soldier entirely out of styrofoam and common pins. I'm putting these up so that he can someday look back through the archives of my blog and know what an incredibly smart kid he was.

Abdullah, you did this without any help from anyone. So if you're ever down, or think that you can't make it through anything, just remember. You're pretty much the smartest kid in our family. And I love you. And you WILL be successful.

:-*