I am due in
How do I feel about it? Well, I’m not excited at all to say the least.
I come back a changed man, and I’m not so sure how my friends and distant family members will accept this new man. I am pretty sure that I will be referred to from hence on as “Abu-Shakha ta3
There’s also the dreaded family visits.
Acquaintance: So how is
Me: It’s nice.
Me (to myself, sometimes a little too loudly that the people sitting next to me notice): Here it comes.
Acquaintance demoted to Bug: How much do you make?
Me (smiling): I'm ok
Bug: Like how much?
Me (Wider smile): They are planning on building [insert random story of the most recent obscene landmark in Dubai] in Dubai
Bug: Really? My cousin is in
Me: I’m not sure I know him. (Just because I am in
Bug: Ok can you find me a job there?
Me: and what happened to your Mohammed something? Why doesn’t he find you a job?
Me: I’m kidding of course I’ll find you a job. I will even host you at my apartment and let you use the gym and swimming pool in my building. There’s a nursery too if you wanna bring your wife and kids.
Bug: Ok give me your email. I’ll send you my CV tomorrow.
The CV pops in my inbox in a couple of hours with a hideous passport image of Bug wearing an equally hideous tie attached to it)
Me: Hahahahaha (clicking the delete button)
(Inspired by a true story, that is even more absurd in its details that it might be featured later in the Misadventures)
I am ready for