Random updates from my life
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
- The house looks like a refugee camp. A rather cool one though - with 6 nationalities at last count this morning and lots of people who make tea (with milk!!), share random stories, fix the water cooler, make you miss home with their stories of takeaway biryani and quorma, and help you clean up!
- In the past 2 weeks, I have been to enough meetings to lose track of my own self, and drunk enough tea to burn a hole in my stomach. FYI: drinking VERY hot tea on a VERY hot summer day wearing a suit is not the ideal combination. Its ironic that I really love tea and my job :)
- I met a taxi driver today who was from Basra, Iraq and came to Jordan four years ago, has not seen his family since then and asked me if I knew Princess Sarvath (who is Pakistani and Prince Hassan's wife) If only I knew royalty..
- I paid salaries and now I feel like a grumpy old accountant, the likes of which you'd rather stay away from when you're a kid
- I went to the King Hussein Club and met someone who visited Pakistan during the Zia, Bhutto and Musharraf years, as he worked with King Hussein & Queen Noor. I also stayed wide eyed and open mouthed for the first 5 minutes I was there because the place is SO classy (and apparently looks like a palace, but for the un-palace initiated, this is the next best thing)
- I am thinking about my life and what I want to do here this year and how I slowly feel like a new person with some of the old-me labels still stuck on...
- In the past 2 weeks, I have been to enough meetings to lose track of my own self, and drunk enough tea to burn a hole in my stomach. FYI: drinking VERY hot tea on a VERY hot summer day wearing a suit is not the ideal combination. Its ironic that I really love tea and my job :)
- I met a taxi driver today who was from Basra, Iraq and came to Jordan four years ago, has not seen his family since then and asked me if I knew Princess Sarvath (who is Pakistani and Prince Hassan's wife) If only I knew royalty..
- I paid salaries and now I feel like a grumpy old accountant, the likes of which you'd rather stay away from when you're a kid
- I went to the King Hussein Club and met someone who visited Pakistan during the Zia, Bhutto and Musharraf years, as he worked with King Hussein & Queen Noor. I also stayed wide eyed and open mouthed for the first 5 minutes I was there because the place is SO classy (and apparently looks like a palace, but for the un-palace initiated, this is the next best thing)
- I am thinking about my life and what I want to do here this year and how I slowly feel like a new person with some of the old-me labels still stuck on...
Labels: jordan journal, random musings
posted by saba at 5:59 PM, | 
Good taste - tea is good :)
And royalty... if only. The Queen of Jordan.. ahh.. Beauty. hehe