Ode to Shitty Days (and Solutions Thereof)

Ever had one of those days that start bad and just get worse as the day goes on?

CHA CHING!!!

Today was the Queen of such days.

Surrounded by impossibly tight deadlines (that too, when you do the job of three people), impending mid-year reviews (even though you know you've done well), department appraisals (the departments is counting on you), the shitty-feelingness of letting your mum down on something she asked you to do (the ONLY thing she asked you to do in ages), the runny nose and sore throat (antibiotics zindabad), the so-hungry-but-no-time-for-lunch .... you look at the watch and it's 3:45 and you realize you haven't had lunch and that you wouldn't have had anything to eat all day had it not been for the two birthdays in the office today (read: one breakfast buffet in the pantry and one binge on chocolate cake).

So at 3:45 ... about 45 minutes before the end of your work week, you throw in the towel and decide to take a break. The only break you can take without feeling guilty is for namaz.

And those few minutes do for you what can only be considered a miracle.

You still feel like crying because you feel out of control: too much work and too little time. You feel like crying because you're STARVING.

So you sniff on the jainamaz and ask Allah Mian to send you a burger and to make your troubles go away.

And you get back to the office and ....

... your colleague has decided to bring you a hardees Swiss Mushroom N Cheese. And a coke.

And you get a message saying that thing you wanted to do for your mum that had fallen through has actually come back round again and you don't have to hide your face in shamce no more.

Subhan Allah.

I will go now. It's 13 minutes since my weekend started. And boy, what a start!