Intelcia

Today marks the fifth day of writing a blog each day for 30 days straight. I wanted to sleep my ass just a few minutes ago before starting to write this but to be honest what got me out of bed is that I wanted to make sure this gets posted before it hits 12 am. Today was honestly a hard long day too, still a special day to my heart. 

This same day, a year ago I started my first job ever, and goddamn lord have mercy. It wasn't the work load but the shit ass I've seen there. While sipping my hot black coffee I couldn't help but wonder and remember most of the memories I had there. In the one and only beloved "Intelcia". It started with me thinking it was a real ass job and me showing up, first day ever wearing a fucking white cotton shirt. "تقريبا كنت فاكرة نفسي هشتغل في بنك". well and also kind of started a little before that. Me going to the weirdest nastiest places in "Giza" so I can get my "كعب العمل و لبن العصفور اه". I had the great chance to meet most nastiest, weirdest and fucking funniest people in my whole entire life. The first friend I made there was my babygirl Mariam Hamdi, me thinking it'd be so nice to tell her "ما تيجي نصلي سوا". Remembering that dumb ass stupid coffee machine and the weird smelling site, worst espresso ever. 

 ايام الترينينج و ايمان و علي وانا بساله اخلي الباسورد بتاعي ايه و هو عمال يكتبلي 13 علامة  دولار و سبعة عدد هاشتاج. and did I forget to mention that dumb ass Rico the penguin look alike trainer "اه اسم الكريم ايه", يا عم يحرق سماجتك, I miss a lot of the shit that was there, The carbohydrates and me trying not to bust in tears that day from how bad I was laughing. 

The fucking transportation allowance and the transportation itself and me thinking I had to choose between them, getting my first call ever, "LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING", Shameka shut your black nigga bitch ass up, I'm not racist but hey hey hey lemmmee AhKKKSSs you something. I can't help but laugh right now.  سكامرز من تركيا علي شوية من انجلترا. و شوية نصايح عم وليد و كلامه مع حازم. اه صحيح و شوية نقاء عطري في الجو 

Let's not ruin this by saying that for me was my first time seeing "non-straight" people, to Ahmed Essam introducing us to his cracked chopped victimized boyfriend. And just Samer Sobhy shouting whenever he's hungry and Mina provoking him. To that shorty Nader with a laptop stuck to his arm, and of course the unfunny jokes that he used to say. As this journey came with very extremely wild moments, yet I felt happy". Not for long. I had the opportunity to meet great people as well, my strawberry muffins, Safa Elnemr "RAWR", goddamn, I had the chance to go with girlies to Dahab, never in my life I thought I'd be doing that, went on great trips with them.

I miss the laughs, the weird talks and the cussing, I never thought I'd get really emotional talking about this, I'd never thought I'd even be emotional leaving that place, leaving those people and making these memories. And most importantly, leaving "عم صبحي", we still talk till now.

While sipping my coffee this morning it made me realize how grateful I am for having this chapter in my life. My last working day I thought it would be easy Id just throw the head fucking set and leave. But I can remember how sad I was while giving them the key to my "555" locker. "تفتكرش كانت علامة؟". 

I'm still grateful this chapter has ended, cause I know the best is yet to come.

"تصبحوا علي خير"

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