First day of the holy month of Ramadan didn’t meet my expectations, come to think of it, I rarely ever have expectations for Ramadan but this year I was hoping for many things that I used to have in the past, but didn’t appreciate until it wasn’t there anymore.
My work hours are absurd, I still cannot digest the fact that our work hours have been divided into shifts, and going to work between the hours of 12:00 p.m – 6:00 p.m doesn’t make any sense. My dear friends whom are also workers have managed to envy me, after all I do get the chance to sleep in longer than any other worker in town but the catch is, I sit at my desk staring outside the window between 2:30 and 3:30 and EVERYONE out there is going back home to their loved ones, where as I’m just sitting there in a three story building with one employee covering up each floor, pathetic if you ask me!
There was something about leaving the office at 6 that was really depressing, after running some last minute errands with mom, we managed to get to the house at 7, and there we were heading to our own rooms waiting for Maghreb prayers, there’s only three of us in my house, and we were all just so physically exhausted that our annual rituals of setting the table, and sliding around the kitchen preparing yummy food. By the time Maghreb prayers were heard, we merely said grace, slurped our soup fast and just stared at each other, too much for a Ramadan spirit.
On a lighter note, I managed to “enjoy” watching Arabic Series with my parents after Iftar, and by enjoy, I meant making an effort to spend some serious quality time with mom and dad, I NEVER have the opportunity to spend quality time with them, I’m always the first one out in the morning and the last one in at night, so regardless of the fact that I cannot remember most of the sequences of “Zohra and her five husbands” I still am grateful for those moments spent under one roof.
Once again, I’m sleepless, it’s past midnight and it seems that am going to spend this night watching re-runs of Greek, Nip/Tuck, CSI New York and wondering how a guy managed to come up with a Sandwich in a can that can have a shelf line of up to a year, or should I say the Candwich?! The minute I read the word “Candwich” running up on my twitter homepage the only think I could think of was Candy-Sandwich lol, but that’s me, always jumping into conclusions that would make my world perfect!
Although in a marketing point of view, and seeing as most of us live on the fast track in life, a sandwich in a can sounds very convenient and exciting, I just don’t see how the bread doesn’t fall apart, how the cheese or bacon or whatever stays fresh and how the whole concept got FDA approved? I think that’s going to be the theme of the night, I just ran across an article that says the “Candwich” has an ongoing law suit filed against the investors for stealing money to fund this project.
So while all of you are either preparing to go to bed or are already in dream land, am off to a new adventure to fill up my sleepless hours in hopes for more answers on the whole CANDWICH notion J
– Sleepless in Amman
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