The Invisible Client

What can I say about the Invisible Client? A presentation was given on behalf ESE & SEGYE and I was told no convincing was needed because “We want to work with your company, you don’t need to convince us”.
I have received calls and text messages with assurances that the client wants to work with ESE & SEGYE but there were some abrupt changes in management. What can I say, when management is leadership in government? This meeting pending will dictate if I have to call my uncle below like a looser…

The Frozen Pipe

It was very cold this week, like it was 3-5 degrees and my pipes were completely frozen. No water to wash or make tea because everything was frozen. I found myself having a moment with my phobias. I must have used every profane word and swore to God in every language currently stored in my brain.

My phobia for dirt and OMG…..Do not judge me, the first decade of my life was in missionary school that was topped with attending a German school. You are beaten to cleanliness and dirt or filth just makes me want to screammmmmmmmmmm.

CRYING

I found myself wanting to cry AND cry. My father told me a longtime ago, I cried more than any of his kids as a child. Oh those words became so true...
I do not cry and stop like normal regular people. It is long and gross, and I have things in my nose and no one can understand me. Yet, I will be asked 1 million times, “Fatimaah, why are you crying?”. Or I have a mate of mine that says, “Fati are you crying?” … No mate, I am bloody laughing, just why can you not see the joy in my face.

CRYING

I am particular about my space because of survival, fear and some people just lack hygiene. This is not about my anal views to hygiene, some people even if washed in bleach, would still come back gross. The explanation below is why I have trust issues.

I open the shower door and there is a tray with utensils and clean plates. She washes her dishes in the same place that she showers and does the number one and two. What in the complete (Fill in the blanks). I sprayed Rose Water on my body (Antibacterial properties) and then Coconut Oil (Antibacterial)…

That was every version of nasty and ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I cried just a little, my friend from the states just started laughing on the phone hysterically. My father told me, at the very least, I never ate from her house.

I laughed hard and my friend asks, “But for real, you okay?” We are quiet because we both knew the backdrop to that question is heavy, but we start laughing again. My pipes were fixed later that day.

I am grateful for a friend that knows just why I have such phobias and for laughter. All parts of travel are not romantic, and SHIT happens.

So because of the weather and stress my inflamed joints made the week uncomfortable. My short leg, I would like to start saying my “Special leg”. My special leg that was deprived of length was not so much hurting, it was just throbbing. Oh and my left arm was hurting and in the morning, I woke up and scared me. It was like the cracking sounds sounded really bad, like damn I need to wake up slowly.
To be honest, I have not had ginger and turmeric for the last three weeks. This is also why I am in discomfort as well, but I could barely type. It was a bit frustrating and hard but I have to persevere.

School Choices

Europe
1. The Graduate Institute of International and Development Studies (Switzerland)
2. American Graduate School in Paris (France)
3. Central University (Hungary) My father has some strong reservations about this school for the same reason I am interested. Just google, you can figure out why. All that aside, AMAZING IR program

UK
1. Nottingham University
2. Goldsmiths-University of London
3. University of Aberdeen (Scotland)
4. Durham University
5. Queen University Belfast (Ireland

Uncle I need help...

My uncle is a man of little words, he is military and well this was the advice he gave me as a teenager.

"Masses of crowds are masses of asses"

See a man of little words and while I am sure I can ask him for help... My uncle's presence is like this scene ......

BUT I AM HERE IN MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT

I have 14 days to pick up and tell him I have the phobia below and I need help.

See you next Friday Rambling