Sitting in F2's seat is like standing on a minefield. My heart beats like a drum, I sweat like I'm running a marathon, and feelings of guilt, fear, and nervousness all pack up inside of me. It's only because she's out of the country that I'm sitting in her seat (the window view is great and even though I get a back sunburn, it feels like I'm sitting on a throne). Could this be the start of a deadly addiction? Will I have to live the rest of my days wanting just one more back sunburn when F2 is back claiming her throne?
Good afternoon my tinkle-tots (the names keep getting better and better). We're still having trouble with our neighbors but they're not the same ones I mentioned in the past posts. These neighbors are right above us, either stomping on the floor like how children jump on a bed or they're hammering a nail but whatever it is, a brain cell pops in my head at every stomp so if they don't stop being noisy, I will be Mr. Heckles from F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
Apparently none of us in the office got any sleep during the weekend. Captain had minimal sleep on Saturday, so did Critic, and yours truly but a certain X-Grande Latte came on Sunday looking extra bright and happy. So it's either she's pleased that she looked great that day or her love for Sophie the cat somehow grew over the weekend. Or both.
This week was hot, noisy, and stressful from getting work done on deadline day so I had an idea that I didn't share with the divas. Air hugs. Yes, ladies and gents. Air hugs not only make you and the recipient of that hug cheerful from the inside, but is a way of making one happy without touching (for all you germaphobes out there). An air hug is simple. Hands out in front of you in a shape of a hug and pretend your hugging the person in front of you. You're welcome.
So after the intern-video on our Instagram, we got many people wanting to apply for an internship at the magazine and we're still waiting for the rest of you to email. After we finish work on the current issue, we're taking in new interns so if you're interested email email@example.com. How would you not want to intern along side the divas and yours truly?
So as I mentioned, the issue is almost done. Just adding the finishing touches, the divas and I are still doing last-minute harassment, sending emails and getting info. so if you're one of these people and are reading this, send in work or consider destroying your career (LOL).
It's almost October which means the fall season is upon us but the only thing upon us is the freaking hot sun. Yes, plants need sun to do that photosynthesis thing and it helps us live somehow but I don't feel like having headaches everyday and sweating even in the car with the A/C is on high speed. Sun, sun, go away. Come again another day.
That is all my tinkle-tots. We couldn't upload a video of the week for my column because of personal issues (we were stressed, light-headed, and couldn't get out of our seats). Ok, I shouldn't bring the divas into this. It was me who stressed but I promise you will see a recap of what happened this week.
Enjoy the weekend and hopefully, the last days of the hot sun.
Adnan Al-Timimi is the only male editor in the female dominated Khaleejesque workspace. Follow Adnan’s column to know more about his unique experience in this unusual territory.