Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday, March 02, 2008
..or why Sundays suck.
Despite having been in Jordan for 8.5 months (wallahi, has it been that long already?!), I still haven't got used to the Friday - Saturday weekend. It was fun when I was a kid in the Emirates and Saturdays were reserved for bubble baths and some sort of essay writing*. Anyway, I feel cheated out of a holiday regardless of whether I spent most of the weekend wrapped up in a comforter catching up on sleep. Perhaps its because most of the world that I see popping up online is enjoying a relaxing Sunday while I..well, try to get my mind to wake up and work.
Take for example this Sunday, where..
...our MC meeting began to resemble a circus show (perhaps this is due to the fact that a teammate was juggling things and jumping around today during said meeting) and intense caffeine starvation could be marked by the number of cups strewn around us.
...my schedule looks empty, and Monday looks packed. Perhaps this is an indicator that Monday really is, when my week starts off.
...I must have sounded like someone on a mood-altering drug, because during a coaching meeting I said the following things:
- Account Management is like a game of Snakes & Ladders
- AIESEC's like a big factory!
- Used an analogy of a local fast food chain selling bacteria ridden juice to explain bad quality exchange
Sundays suck. The only thing that is getting me through today is free coffee refills and the song 'The Salt Wound Routine' by Thirteen Senses. I want to be eating aloo parathas instead of looking at open documents that require my undivided attention but right now, make absolutely no sense. Snakes & ladders, anyone?
*in what now appears to be a fervent bid on my parents' part to make my sister and me writers, we had to write an essay every weekend on something - whether it was a trip to the zoo or something or letter writing (which when it was in Urdu, was usually a grueling exercise) However, I do recall also writing out long lists on Saturdays which usually involved wish lists of toys (which we'd never get)/books(which we'd always get, until our parents discovered it'd be cheaper to get us books from Pakistan since we read everything we got in hours and hence brand new shiny books would lay untouched for months afterwards). Hmm, so this list thing is a childhood habit then..
Despite having been in Jordan for 8.5 months (wallahi, has it been that long already?!), I still haven't got used to the Friday - Saturday weekend. It was fun when I was a kid in the Emirates and Saturdays were reserved for bubble baths and some sort of essay writing*. Anyway, I feel cheated out of a holiday regardless of whether I spent most of the weekend wrapped up in a comforter catching up on sleep. Perhaps its because most of the world that I see popping up online is enjoying a relaxing Sunday while I..well, try to get my mind to wake up and work.
Take for example this Sunday, where..
...our MC meeting began to resemble a circus show (perhaps this is due to the fact that a teammate was juggling things and jumping around today during said meeting) and intense caffeine starvation could be marked by the number of cups strewn around us.
...my schedule looks empty, and Monday looks packed. Perhaps this is an indicator that Monday really is, when my week starts off.
...I must have sounded like someone on a mood-altering drug, because during a coaching meeting I said the following things:
- Account Management is like a game of Snakes & Ladders
- AIESEC's like a big factory!
- Used an analogy of a local fast food chain selling bacteria ridden juice to explain bad quality exchange
Sundays suck. The only thing that is getting me through today is free coffee refills and the song 'The Salt Wound Routine' by Thirteen Senses. I want to be eating aloo parathas instead of looking at open documents that require my undivided attention but right now, make absolutely no sense. Snakes & ladders, anyone?
*in what now appears to be a fervent bid on my parents' part to make my sister and me writers, we had to write an essay every weekend on something - whether it was a trip to the zoo or something or letter writing (which when it was in Urdu, was usually a grueling exercise) However, I do recall also writing out long lists on Saturdays which usually involved wish lists of toys (which we'd never get)/books(which we'd always get, until our parents discovered it'd be cheaper to get us books from Pakistan since we read everything we got in hours and hence brand new shiny books would lay untouched for months afterwards). Hmm, so this list thing is a childhood habit then..
Labels: jordan journal, random musings
posted by saba at 10:25 PM, | 
I'm TOTALLY SUCKING in my working mood today...
YUUUUUUUUUKI
Horrible lazy MCP