oooofff what can i can say...the 1st week I was ready to cry...actually, scrap that i was crying...every single day...I felt like I made the biggest mistake of my life..
and it was all thanx to 2 major people...one was Mr Bum and the 2nd lets call her Mrs T.
so yeah i was over weight when I landed, I already told you Vic's reaction to me..actually, I would think all the trainer's except Marcie were like how can you be a trainer..you don't look like one...hmmmm..
Now, I was still reeling from shock as to how my lovely father agreed for me to go to another continent, when it was a total no no for a 45 min flight to Znz..he literally chased me outta the house when i said i got the job in doha..it was as if he was getting me married in a rush :p to some one who would handle me better than he ever would..boy did my old man know what he was doing...only at that time I didn't know it..
you see my dad worked in abu dhabi for a few years when he was a bachelor..so he knew exactly what I was getting myself into..but I guess he wanted me to learn for myself, since i'm the natural temperamental child who thinks she's daddy's apple of the eye and can get away with anything especially tantrums.well I have my good side too, but I like the spoilt version of me better *princess diaries* loooool...
soooo i move to doha about 9 days before my 27th birthday. and the first weekend out, we had a blast..it was 4 of us girls..juniors all of us..Marcie and Yavanna were older than I was at the job and the other one was well one day older than me..and we go to dinner to the souq. aaahhh the souq-my most favorite place ever and we go to a moroccan restaurant-they had the best bread ever...oh myyyy..the taste buds are missing that bread and watering at the thought of it...
then comes woof woof..at least that's what we called him-he was someone I had met over one of these sites coz i didn't know Waseem was in doha still.
He just pitched up and decided that he was gonna join us :/ have you ever had a random man sitting in on a bunch of girls just releasing out the frustrations of work??? that was the 1st time I experienced either of those feelings..at one point I felt bad for him, but then again, I didn't invite him-he just pitched to where we were...
and a lady never says no to a free meal-yes in his trying to impress me, he paid for our dinner without eating any of it-i'm not complaining and that was my 2nd welcome to the arab world-THE WOMAN IS SUPPOSED TO BE SPOILT and not spoil the man :p :p although I must say, I like to balance it - more on that when we get to 2014 :p :p :p
I was working in an all women's gym..awkward coz clearly i'm not used to having so much estrogen around me at one time..then comes Mrs T and her stories :p
When I had the interview with her over skype I envisioned a tall, robust, bubbly, straight forward woman who had a personality to match the apparent voice...boy was i wrong..Vic was the tall pretty one who showed me presence-Mrs T was a small scrawny midget who felt that her voice and fake accent would make up for her lack of personality..oh yeah and her moustache was like uuhhhmmm...and the oil in her hair :/
okay i'm not being racist, but really, she was about 23 i think-i was a whole 5 years older than her or something like that..and she was engaged to be married...if its one thing I know a woman should do is atleast take of the moustache from atleast the age of 16..especially if its the color of the hair on your head ie black..and she is of my race..so i'm allowed to comment :)
so the first thing she says to me was you need to lose 20kg..you're gonna be the next success story :/ i'm like okay..little did I know that this was only the beginning of a competition that I didn't even know existed till it was over.
clearly I live in my own world. so this gym has 3 branches. and I was in the oldest one :) Mrs T didn't let me train any one for almost 6 weeks-what did I care I was getting paid, but it reaches a point where, things just stop making sense and practicality needs to come into place. Hence Vic decided its time for her to take over coz Mrs T was clearly Cuckoo and I will tell you why this competition started-BECAUSE I CALLED HER BOSS AND TOLD THEM THAT I DIDN'T GET A CALL BACK AND SO SHE LOOKED BAD...lol.
Have you ever had a manager from hell?? this was her..when she walked into the branch every one became tense and stopped talking to each other..clearly, there was an issue I just didn't know it till she saw me flourish at this club. So she shifted me to the branch that had the worst retention rate of staff :s with the great madam E as manager but this was after the 1st 3 months.
upto now, she was stressing me to lose weight majorly, i was stepping on the scale weekly..working out like crazy...but has any one ever heard of losing weight healhy?? clearly she hadn't..she wanted 4 KG DOWN A WEEK..now can you imagine, I have a medical background and i'm like that's not normal..she's like you have to..don't forget you're on probation..(Please send me home, i'm already fed up of you're fake Indian British accent)
So i'm starting to think, since when did it become a crime to be a little bit over weight?? Size 12 is not fat..it's an average size woman. actually its every other woman on the street...okay so I wasn't actually a size 12..maybe a 16 but still that's not a crime..I was buying clothes from the curvy section of the shop and not the stick section-that's not a bad thing.. the last time I heard, real men like a bit of meat on the meat on the bones ;)
so here I am struggling to lose the weight, in tears everyday and my birthday rolls in :)
I will never forget that birthday. Thank you waseem and marcie for that :) it was on a tuesday, we went out partying the whole night-we had work in the morning, dancing bhangra at 3 am in the car..hung over the next morning..but it was the awesomest birthday away from home i've had so far :)
Mr Bum on the other hand, didn't know what was happening to me.. Suddenly from an introvert I started telling him where to get off.he wanted me to cry on my birthday-I DON'T THINK SO..and that is when Jazeera started growing balls again :p :p I started believing in myself. I started knowing my worth even though my sufuria hair cut was still existant. i could have worn a toupee and been passed for a french hobo or something-wait do they have hobos in france??
then comes the one day that's apparently Valentines day...oh my that was quite funny-so all of a sudden mr bum decides that he is really missing me and well waseem and him were also friends from before-he tell's another woman's husband ie bum tell waseem to buy flowers :/ waseem and i had a laugh about that coz clearly, it wasn't happening.
and marcie's birthday-there was a woman in a red dress-i don't remember much from that night except I made a mistake ( I won't air it in public) that cost me a friend for a whole year and some..somethings are just meant to stay with a person you know :p :p :p i can't tell you everything now can I? ;)
then there was the zumba class that we all had to attend on a friday morning. Now you must know, friday morning in the arab world is like sunday morning everywhere else..but noooo we had to go for zumba..okay i'm not against zumba-infact I LOVE ZUMBA...but not on my only day off so early in the morning..heheheehe..we made up for it with burger king and 100 pieces of dunkin donuts :p :p
and don't forget i'm supposed to be losing a supposed 4 kgs a week.
I got used to living the life of a workaholic, getting used to the members at the club, they started loving the way i coach and then BOOM..I got shifted...and all this because yavanna left, they needed more staff at the other branch and to make my life more difficult :( that was one of my first sad moments in doha :(
and it was all thanx to 2 major people...one was Mr Bum and the 2nd lets call her Mrs T.
so yeah i was over weight when I landed, I already told you Vic's reaction to me..actually, I would think all the trainer's except Marcie were like how can you be a trainer..you don't look like one...hmmmm..
Now, I was still reeling from shock as to how my lovely father agreed for me to go to another continent, when it was a total no no for a 45 min flight to Znz..he literally chased me outta the house when i said i got the job in doha..it was as if he was getting me married in a rush :p to some one who would handle me better than he ever would..boy did my old man know what he was doing...only at that time I didn't know it..
you see my dad worked in abu dhabi for a few years when he was a bachelor..so he knew exactly what I was getting myself into..but I guess he wanted me to learn for myself, since i'm the natural temperamental child who thinks she's daddy's apple of the eye and can get away with anything especially tantrums.well I have my good side too, but I like the spoilt version of me better *princess diaries* loooool...
soooo i move to doha about 9 days before my 27th birthday. and the first weekend out, we had a blast..it was 4 of us girls..juniors all of us..Marcie and Yavanna were older than I was at the job and the other one was well one day older than me..and we go to dinner to the souq. aaahhh the souq-my most favorite place ever and we go to a moroccan restaurant-they had the best bread ever...oh myyyy..the taste buds are missing that bread and watering at the thought of it...
then comes woof woof..at least that's what we called him-he was someone I had met over one of these sites coz i didn't know Waseem was in doha still.
He just pitched up and decided that he was gonna join us :/ have you ever had a random man sitting in on a bunch of girls just releasing out the frustrations of work??? that was the 1st time I experienced either of those feelings..at one point I felt bad for him, but then again, I didn't invite him-he just pitched to where we were...
and a lady never says no to a free meal-yes in his trying to impress me, he paid for our dinner without eating any of it-i'm not complaining and that was my 2nd welcome to the arab world-THE WOMAN IS SUPPOSED TO BE SPOILT and not spoil the man :p :p although I must say, I like to balance it - more on that when we get to 2014 :p :p :p
I was working in an all women's gym..awkward coz clearly i'm not used to having so much estrogen around me at one time..then comes Mrs T and her stories :p
When I had the interview with her over skype I envisioned a tall, robust, bubbly, straight forward woman who had a personality to match the apparent voice...boy was i wrong..Vic was the tall pretty one who showed me presence-Mrs T was a small scrawny midget who felt that her voice and fake accent would make up for her lack of personality..oh yeah and her moustache was like uuhhhmmm...and the oil in her hair :/
okay i'm not being racist, but really, she was about 23 i think-i was a whole 5 years older than her or something like that..and she was engaged to be married...if its one thing I know a woman should do is atleast take of the moustache from atleast the age of 16..especially if its the color of the hair on your head ie black..and she is of my race..so i'm allowed to comment :)
so the first thing she says to me was you need to lose 20kg..you're gonna be the next success story :/ i'm like okay..little did I know that this was only the beginning of a competition that I didn't even know existed till it was over.
clearly I live in my own world. so this gym has 3 branches. and I was in the oldest one :) Mrs T didn't let me train any one for almost 6 weeks-what did I care I was getting paid, but it reaches a point where, things just stop making sense and practicality needs to come into place. Hence Vic decided its time for her to take over coz Mrs T was clearly Cuckoo and I will tell you why this competition started-BECAUSE I CALLED HER BOSS AND TOLD THEM THAT I DIDN'T GET A CALL BACK AND SO SHE LOOKED BAD...lol.
Have you ever had a manager from hell?? this was her..when she walked into the branch every one became tense and stopped talking to each other..clearly, there was an issue I just didn't know it till she saw me flourish at this club. So she shifted me to the branch that had the worst retention rate of staff :s with the great madam E as manager but this was after the 1st 3 months.
upto now, she was stressing me to lose weight majorly, i was stepping on the scale weekly..working out like crazy...but has any one ever heard of losing weight healhy?? clearly she hadn't..she wanted 4 KG DOWN A WEEK..now can you imagine, I have a medical background and i'm like that's not normal..she's like you have to..don't forget you're on probation..(Please send me home, i'm already fed up of you're fake Indian British accent)
So i'm starting to think, since when did it become a crime to be a little bit over weight?? Size 12 is not fat..it's an average size woman. actually its every other woman on the street...okay so I wasn't actually a size 12..maybe a 16 but still that's not a crime..I was buying clothes from the curvy section of the shop and not the stick section-that's not a bad thing.. the last time I heard, real men like a bit of meat on the meat on the bones ;)
so here I am struggling to lose the weight, in tears everyday and my birthday rolls in :)
I will never forget that birthday. Thank you waseem and marcie for that :) it was on a tuesday, we went out partying the whole night-we had work in the morning, dancing bhangra at 3 am in the car..hung over the next morning..but it was the awesomest birthday away from home i've had so far :)
Mr Bum on the other hand, didn't know what was happening to me.. Suddenly from an introvert I started telling him where to get off.he wanted me to cry on my birthday-I DON'T THINK SO..and that is when Jazeera started growing balls again :p :p I started believing in myself. I started knowing my worth even though my sufuria hair cut was still existant. i could have worn a toupee and been passed for a french hobo or something-wait do they have hobos in france??
then comes the one day that's apparently Valentines day...oh my that was quite funny-so all of a sudden mr bum decides that he is really missing me and well waseem and him were also friends from before-he tell's another woman's husband ie bum tell waseem to buy flowers :/ waseem and i had a laugh about that coz clearly, it wasn't happening.
and marcie's birthday-there was a woman in a red dress-i don't remember much from that night except I made a mistake ( I won't air it in public) that cost me a friend for a whole year and some..somethings are just meant to stay with a person you know :p :p :p i can't tell you everything now can I? ;)
then there was the zumba class that we all had to attend on a friday morning. Now you must know, friday morning in the arab world is like sunday morning everywhere else..but noooo we had to go for zumba..okay i'm not against zumba-infact I LOVE ZUMBA...but not on my only day off so early in the morning..heheheehe..we made up for it with burger king and 100 pieces of dunkin donuts :p :p
and don't forget i'm supposed to be losing a supposed 4 kgs a week.
I got used to living the life of a workaholic, getting used to the members at the club, they started loving the way i coach and then BOOM..I got shifted...and all this because yavanna left, they needed more staff at the other branch and to make my life more difficult :( that was one of my first sad moments in doha :(
No comments:
Post a Comment