Dreadful...

The week started with a mistake... I went to an event which I thought would be a worthwhile ceremony to cover, but I arrived at the scene, I realized it was nothing close to what I was expecting... This kind of letdown is an everyday thing here, but it's really disappointing when it happens when you're running out of time... Oh, this is really killing me!
There was no progress as I had anticipated... I'm getting desperate, and should I thank God that I can't drown myself with drinks!
Tomorrow a correspondent from Tokyo will arrive for help... I hope he will become our messenger of good luck! I really do!

Today I noticed in the garden...


a single flower in blossom... in this cold winter...


it really encouraged me... yes... I want to be like this beautiful flower standing strong in adversity!

PS
It's the 14th anniversary of the earthquake that hit Kobe... each year it reminds me of how I've come a long way... I was hoping to be spending a happy career as a good reporter to cover stories that would help people and even Inshallah save the lives of people... but look at me today... I'm not even close to that! Why am I here now covering things I really don't care about!? I don't know... I really don't know... Please God, show me the right path I should head to... please...

Great stress...

Today, I felt how deep the stress has accumulated inside me affecting dearly my mental state. I realized today I couldn't laugh from the bottom of my heart and I even felt irritated by some of the things my staff were innocently saying. It becomes more stressful when I realize I really don't want to be such a character but there's no way to help it but let the dark side control me...
I know I won't be able to fight off the stress so easily in this working environment where there's no escape routes from perfection and it's always the personal responsibility that ultimately prevails. Sadly, I'm just not strong enough to say work is just work and it shouldn't make it control my whole life. I really don't want to be neglectful, but what can I do? Who will understand my pains?

Today, we had a press conference by the President. It was the first time in four months to attend a lengthy one (a total of two hours this time), but it was mostly about his words of condemnation to the Zionists. We didn't know the UN building in Gaza was attacked by the Israelis at the time of the press conference and if we had known I'm sure the conference had heated up more!

For lunch...


we had some homemade (actually officemade) food!


the soup was tasty... adding nun to it...


but the second dish was quite sour and bitter for me as they smashed some lemon without taking out the rind..

I couldn't say it was tasty... I should have... whenever you have someone's dish you should... oh, I really hate myself today!

Failing...

We're not doing well... the progress is too slow... Is there anything I can do to improve our performance? No... I have no idea... I don't have time to moan but pray that I will be salvaged soon... Oh, someone help me!

The only time I feel relieved...


is when I'm having the nice fillet kyababs...

Impatience?

I don't know if my sense of crisis that time is running out is penetrating to anyone who cares about me, but I surely see no progress in our work and all I could do is pray that things will fit into place with less than a month to go. Things I need are still not there and if I won't get them on time I'll just have to go bust.
We still have nearly a month... am I too impatient? Maybe I am, but you know, sadly there's no one else who will take my place and do it for me... Well, I have keep on smiling... that's my job!

Back to basics...


fastfood to go!

Still no clue!

I couldn't find any clues for making a report in the business world... Oh this is going to be quite a tough task! I'm running out of time as many are making similar reports all over the world... I'm trying to ask for some help, but sadly I really don't have any friends in the Gulf! Again, I'm thinking... Why did I have to come to a place where I have no friends!

PS
We moved around some of the large desks of my office to make use of old furnitures...
and another thing I did that I also did in Baghdad...

making a white board writing biweekly schedules!
handmade by my staff!
as you can see it starts from Saturdays and ends with Fridays!