Unemployment, Starting Over and Fuck all 24
Boy; has it been an eventful start to 24, I mean truly eventful. Last year; I had a huge health scare and the thing about falling sick so bad and fast is that it puts things into perspective with such quickness it would make your head spin. Once I returned from my prolonged sick leave, I was ready to conquer the world, starting with putting an effort into enjoying my time in Dublin and not living a proverbial double life, Mouna in Dublin and Mouna in Hargeisa. I was going to make more friends, chase an overdue promotion at work, invest into a better wardrobe (I have an amazing wardrobe, am just a shopaholic), join a book club or two and finally see about that free gym in my building. But alas! Kismet swings one way while I dance the other way. On the 10th of February, at 5 fucking AM, I received an email letting me know so clinically that I have been laid off, a better term for YOU ARE FIRED HAHAHAHH. I went right back to sleep after praying fajr because whatever that ...