Unemployment, Here I Come!
There’s no need to be upset. I, for one, am ecstatic that this is over. Granted, I will miss the income, and feeling somehow “useful”, but it is now due.
Two years and eight months. Wow. Over 640 working days! I should get a trophy. Of survival.
I have drafted several goodbye emails, but picked the shortest and sweetest to send. There’s nothing left to do, nothing I would talk home about anyway. My energy now should be spent on pressing forward, and following my own wishes. I have to stop pretending to be someone else.
I will have another post celebrating my departure in 10 days’ time. Meanwhile, I have written this poem, the first of which I have written in the Rubayiat iambic pentameter (inspired of course from the book I am reading, Samarkand, as well as my final days here). It’s emo and sentimental and needs refining, but it’s pretty decent for one that’s written in 10 minutes (not that emo and sentimental is something unexpected of me 
).
For Hamza, who asked about the reference of the chocolate boy, dig into a couple of posts I have written some while ago
Oh, and I would appreciate it if in your comments you do not “OMG what are you gonna do?!”. My answer for now is: TAN!
On the third month of summer I arrived,
And thought, could I do this? But I survived!
Two and a half years of work, sweat, and joy
Filled my days and by them they’ve been derived.
On the fourth week of fall I met a boy,
He was young and carefree and lived with joy.
A chocolate he gave, said “Big fellow,
Let me tell you the secrets of this ploy!”
On the second day of winter mellow
I had the work of the world to swallow,
But chocolate for chocolate I learned
Hard work, a smile, and riches will follow.
On the first hour of spring I have earned
What treasure the chocolate boy concerned,
“Carry feathers in your wings what you’ve learned,
And soar above the skies, you’re fate’s discerned.”
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Congratulations are in order.
Keep going, there’s nothing worthwhile to look at behind you, as far as work is concerned. Jobs come and go and they should never be given any more value than they actually are: a way to make a living.
Have fun while you’re tanning. Wish I could join you
lucky you! enjoy!
btw, i’ve been to Samarkand
its AMAZING!
Nice poem!
Well, congratulations, sometimes it’s better to leave before it’s too late
HELL YEAH
Way, way, WAY over due… Kell unemployment w enta b-kher.. hehe
Take care my good friend. They lost A LOT …
Allah ywaf2ak
bta3ref inno ana very emotional and I have to say it, so forgive me: OMG,OMG,OMG…shou ra7 ta3mel?? khalas!!! loool
eh ma b yenkhaf 3leik abadan abadan..w tan it is ma3 pictures please
Allah ykoun ma3ak
i’ve never really congratulated someone for losing their job before..but hey, theres a time for everything right..and if only everyone had your attitude..the world would be a happier place
get nice and toasted under the sun and bask in the beauty of doing NOTHING while you can. have fun!
Finally out of that horrible basment. 3o2bal you find a job with a penthouse
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2 years ago i did the same exact thing, i enjoyed being unemployed for almost 10 months, as you said, i deserved a trophy for survival in that place, they were the most amazing 10 months ever, i did all kinds of activities missed while i was working, ENJOY yet, u’ll never know what will come next, for now just relax, and enjoy the extra time you have in your hands
abufares -
Indeed, nothing worth looking back for. Ah, I wish instead of tanning we could share some watermelon and cheese and 3ara2!
Jano -
You’ve been there! Lucky you!
Ulysses -
but it was too late… I should have leaved before. Anyway, what’s done is done.
Indeed
kinano -
Finallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Qwaider -
Thanks for your tireless support buddy. Your words do hold some truth; they’re putting lots of pressure on me now fearing I leave them in a miserable state
Noura -
hehehhe… shu 7a a3mel? I will tan
7aki -
Oh dear if you only knew
Maioush -
Hahahha, we should share our experiences! It’s traumatizing to keep this crap to ourselves!
Wallah ya KJ you are a brave man. March on my friend, all good things lie ahead!!
p.s.: let’s tan together.
p.p.s: I need to meet this chocolate boy, is he still around?!
hey there KJ, sorry you lost your job and all that. How are you keeping up? And what did you mean that you have 10 days until you leave for your departure? Where are you going?
Allah ywaf2ak b ur life w enshalla btla2ee Job soon
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Enjoy ur free time
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I have the feeling that I will join you soon but as long as you are happy then good for you.. Missing the income is not the worse that could happen dreading going to work and seeing your boss everyday is the worse thing you can go through really I speak from experience
i wanna do the same. i hate my job. i hate being a teacher. i wanna go back home but at the same time i wanna stay abroad!!
i don’t know what the hell is this
best luck
wanna do the same. i hate my job. i hate being a teacher. i wanna go back home but at the same time i wanna stay abroad!!
i don’t know what the hell is this
best luck
DJ -
Hey DJ! Thanks for the compliment! Chocolate boy… is actually a chocolate girl: http://blog.jarofjuice.com/2008/07/chocolate-philosophy/
Retrotrut -
I am holding up well… 10 days to depart from this office 
Hey there
vagueraz -
Thank you dear
Sarah -
B3eed el shar 3annek… I have been dreading going to work for quite some time. In fact, since three months ago, I am not able to wake up. My sister drags me out of bed! So yeah I am better off
أمنية
Interesting, I myself want to be a teacher! LOL! Why do you hate it so!
you only put the poem. You should have posted the 3 emails you drafted.
I am gonna actually miss daily mocking you on ur miserable job..*snif snif
Congratulations! I wish I could follow in your shoes…
i want to quit my job
mabrook…take a long break and enjoy not knowing what’s next, good luck!
Good on you! Thre’s no use clinging onto a job that you dread; you’d be better off without it
It is good that you have a positive attitude about it. I hope you enjoy your relaxation time and go on to a better job that you’ll enjoy even more.
By the way .. doesn’t it suck that when you have a job you always want a break, and once you are jobless you start longing for those times when you had “something to do” :-p … life is ‘funny’ like that.
Don’t forget to use sunblock.
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“getting caught in the rain” has lost all its romantic interpretation. …now, I’m sure that you have things you miss doing also.