Tomorrow marks two months of being in Doha. Perfect timing for a post!!
Understandably, a lot has changed. For the good? Let’s hope so.
I no longer drink chai like I used to drink it in Pakistan. I think it’s possible that I was using chai as an alternate to water, even if it is hot all year round in Karachi.
Instead, I have replaced my passion for chai with a similar want for coffee. What’s that saying, out of the fire into the saucepan? I know you were expecting me to switch to drinking herbal tea or something healthy, but then again, it is me you’re talking about.
I no longer work for a place where I hate my immediate supervisor. Or where I am woken up in the middle of the night to ask the password for my computer, even when all computers have identical passwords and IDs. Or where I have to stay over time to finish up work because no one will do it if I don’t. Or where I stay over hours and don’t get paid for it.
What has changed?
I now work for a company that is not ideal but at least takes care of its employees. I am dealing with the best guests in the world; they are chatty, full of compliments and sweeter than candy.
I have a spacious accommodation and even with the existence of Monkey and all, it is still bearable. My roommate is awesome. There’s a shop inside the vicinity that sells killer Shawarmas. For those of you who don’t know what this is, I am so very sorry. Think burrito.
If I am having a bad day, the Doha Corniche is only a ten minutes walk from work. Or I can hold a “What-is-this-fuckery” session with my best friend who works with me.
I now have time for things other than work. I try and make use of it by practicing mon francais online, but usually I’m just watching Lucifer/Peaky Blinders and as of yesterday, The Night Manager. Which, by the way, is a show you must watch if you’re into Tom Hiddleston or Hugh Laurie or a fan of both or just a fan of their accents.
Also, I have this new passion for blogging again. So thanks to Doha, y’all will be hearing from me very often now.
To be honest, the first month I wasn’t sure if I had made the right decision by coming here. I mean, it’s not Europe, they are still pretty strict about a few things in general but I am considerably happier and grateful then before.
And just in case you are wondering what the fuck Tom Cruise Happy means…